He eased up, then started fast again, teasing his own pleasure, his ascension unstoppable now. The rising pleasure was too great. Too good. He couldn�...�t stop.His wife was silent now, but he could hear the efforts of Fleming’s fucking. He could hear the pounding of flesh on flesh, the rhythm of the bed. The fucking was relentless. Fleming’s lustful gasps mixing with her cries of pain and fear. And more slapping. Simmonds masturbated on his own edge to his wife’s pain. Chocking. Fucking and. SIR, EVERY COUPLE ALWAYS GETS SUCH ENJOYMENT WHEN AND WHERE THEY WANTS, IT IS NOT? YES, OF COURSE. FOR THIS, HUMAN BEING MARRIAGES ONE ANOTHER AND BUILD A BOND OF LOVE, MAINLY LOVE COMES FROM THIS RELATION. IF ANY ONE OF THE COUPLE BE SEXUALLY WEAK THEN THE FAMILY BOND MUST BE BROKEN.OOO, I SEE. BUT I DIDN’T UNDERSTAND ABOUT SEXUALLY WEAK. THERE ARE SOME MALES WHO CANNOT STAY TILL THE ORGASM OF THE PARTNER, THE EJECTED EARLIER, THEN FOR THE CRAVING OF ORGASM THE FEMALE BECAME VERY ANGRY.. The tall girl had a dress that was elegant and fitted her curves well, her long legs and well turned ankles accentuated by high strappy peep toe shoes, her toes painted neon pink, possibly the only indicator to the nature of the girl inside. She sat fascinated by the girls features, soul searching eyes, she was certain they saw more than she ever gave acknowledgement to, expressive eyebrows above them. The thing that captured her the most though was her lips. The most sensual lips that she had. We ate our breakfast and called for the water transport. Within the hour, we were cruising to the main island with our little tour guide. While the boat captain switched hats to chauffeur and readied the limo, we went to ‘our room’ and dressed for the first time since our arrival. The houseboy, now tour guide, had the driver drop us off in the middle of town, telling him we’d call when ready for pickup. We walked the streets for an hour or so as the boy pointed out places of interest and.