I, perhaps instinctually as well, held her in place while my throbbing cock gradually filled her up. I peppered her back with kisses, especially on th... hickey that had formed, as we waited for the aftershock of our release to wither down.Once we regained sufficient senses, I began to dress up and so did the two women. I couldn’t say I didn’t enjoy looking at the two women struggling to stay on their feet as they put on their pants. I wondered if this was what male pride feel like, to realize. "We have intercepted numerous coded messages that are consistent with the communication methods used by the Russians during their inexplicable foray into Afghanistan in the eighties. That these codes would fall into al Qaeda hands makes perfect sense, since Russia abandoned their war on short notice and left enormous amounts of equipment and intelligence behind."The truly troubling fact is that there seems to be an inside mole that kept them apprised of your movements, up until you unexpectedly. That was our choice – the chance to do things we’ve never done, or to witness things we’ve never seen each other do. It was only one day, and it was a feast of the senses, not the sexes. Boundaries were protected and for some it was a time to work as a couple almost exclusively. For us it was “bring it on…let’s play”.We began blindfolded solo receiving gifts to tease four senses – touch, taste, hearing, smell – wafting jasmine, soft leather, mango, the haunting sound of a rain stick. . Some of those might have been one night stands, some of them might have had girlfriends, but the number of people involved always stayed at just two. Yet I’ll admit for just about as long as I’ve been having sex, I’ve played around with the fantasy of more than one guy taking me at the same time. It would never be more than just a fantasy, I mean what kind of girl would do that sort of thing? What kind of slut would let men fuck her like that? Just thinking about it turned my lace thong into a.