Kim picked up the jar and the accompanying item tag. Kim read the description: "12th Century Persia. Unremarkable, common clay jar - no inscriptions/d...signs. J. P. Reynolds, Persia - August, 1882." J.P. Reynolds had been one of the university's leading archeologists in the early days of field studies. Reynolds had collected a great number of the items that filled the crates in storage, as well as a good many of the items on display in the University Museum.Kim examined the small jar. It was. I really wished I could see her face when she realized that she was being fucked good by her loving husband. Better still I wished she could have seen my face as her pussy gripped my dick tighter than it ever had, sending me into a fucking frenzy.Her pussy was so tight, so silky, so juicy as her walls gripped me and sucked me in as deeply as possible. I was in ecstasy. After not fucking my wife for an entire week her pussy had tightened up and I felt as if I was fucking a virgin. I thrust hard. "She gave him no chance to answer, but continued."What we did was wrong and i*****l," she said, but then looked at him again and added, "but it was also wonderful. It must always be our secret. You MUST promise me that. No one must EVER know. But I know that I must have you again - if you want me too." IF I want you..." Mark laughed, "you know I do." Then - a secret forever? Our secret?" Of course" Good. Now come and have your eggs before they get cold."A few weeks after their caravan holiday,. I didn't like the taste, but it was a turn-on just the same.One time years ago when I was remembering that blowjob, I was getting very hot and to the point where I wanted to cum, and that I wanted cum in my mouth. So I slid my torso off the side of the bed, so that my ass was up and my legs hanging over, and my very excited and stiff cock was over my face and pointing at me. God, I wanted some stuff in my mouth, so I stroked hard and felt my climax building. Just as I hit top, I opened my.