Someone came up with the idea of playing water polo, which we also liked to take on. In such a game, there is a lot of body contact, you give yourself...high-five or hug yourself with a good ball. I already realized how the buddies were looking for body contact with my wife. She's very sporty and fought for every ball, which led to the bikini top slipping from time to time and her nipples being seen. The men have recorded this very precisely. After we sat back in the comfortable armchairs and. The meal was again fantastic. The wine and the background music were–or, would have been–just right. After dinner, he massaged her legs and feet the way she loved. It was all done so carefully, meticulously to please her that she really wanted to live up to her promise. But she couldn’t will herself to be in the mood. There was simply nothing there. Maybe that was the form her guilt took. Or maybe last night had somehow ruined her relationship–sexually, at least–with Gary. Julie pushed that. It was slightly different from cumming from clitoral/vaginal stimulation. It was very nice. And the sound of me cumming, as he heard me squealing in pleasure pushed his over the top as well…he buried himself hard to the hilt deep inside my ass…and his cock twitched inside me, I could feel the cock swelling and felt the spurts of warm cum into my rectum. I could feel it much more than when he fucked me in my vagina. I guess it was because my ass was much tighter and had quite a few nerve endings. Again she felt it push inside her body which contracted to keep it in her soul. The phallus switched to her rectum. She felt her bodily orifices were temples for worship. One after another black phallus worship her orifices. * “Sherri! Sherri! Wake up! Wake up! Can you hear me?” “James?” Sherri thought it was James. “No! It’s me, Stew!” her husband said. Sherri slowly came to her senses. Stew explained that she was lying on the bed when he got home. Slowly, the memory came back to her. .