Still, she could not resist the urge to touch herself and lightly spread her moisture across her aching clit, but this was just teasing herself and sh... knew it. Sure, she loved to masturbate, and was quite good at it too. She could bring herself to multiple orgasms without much effort. All she had to do was think about a nice hard cock (any cock, any man), and she could play with herself for hours. For the past week though, all she could think about was him, and his gorgeous thick cock. She. On the day of the quake Oliver was drunk as a skunk. To be honest the whole thing was a blur to him. Several hours later when he finally awoke Oliver staggered out into the dust-strewn streets to see the scenes of devastation. In a shocked daze he tried to find out what had happened to his fellow Rouge Bears and soon discovered that most of them were buried under masonry. No-one was making any effort to dig them out, and so nor did Oliver.Days were hard after that. The simple task of finding. That night I was able to hold back a bit as Anita had multiple orgasms while John and I fucked her. I was again screwing her soft cum filled cunt when she yelled out as her final orgasm erupted. Ana wrapped her legs around me and I soaked my prick in her juices.During the remains of the weekend, John fucked Ana twice a day; as I watched them entangled in such carnal passion. Ana looked like a bitch in hell, every time John fucked her with no mercy. Of course he took my wife in her tight asshole. The smile wasn’t perfect, but that’s what made it real. I smiled back as he walked up to me. We hugged, just holding each other for a moment. We really didn’t think this was going to come together, but here he was. Breaking the embrace first, he gently stepped back. ‘It’s really good to see you,’ he said. The smile was still there, but softer. Bit of a sensual look there, a wicked part of my mind said. I told that part of my mind to shut up for the moment. His tenor voice held a bit of.