Orderliness and precision, on the back of her perfect neck. Your cock starts to feel heavier, and more alive. You smile. Putting the thought to one si...e. You owe yourself the time to masturbate. Not a quick one off the wrist in the shower, like a naïve adolescent. You’ve learnt to control and pace yourself. It’s part of your essence: what makes you what you are. Powerful. Successful. You towel yourself. Of course, the towels are obscenely luxurious. You brush your teeth. And then you stand back. ” Dave tightened his grip on Heather's hips and slammed in and out of her tight hot ass. In a short time, he slammed fully into her depths and shot a load of cum deep into her bowels. “Oh fuck! I'm going to cum too. Keep fucking me!” After his balls had depleted their supply of cum, Dave resumed pounding Heather's ass. “Oh shit! Oh damn. I'm Cumming!” With a final lunge, Dave buried his cock deep in his wife's ass once more. They collapsed together with Dave's cock still buried in. I rolled over onto my stomach for a quick drink of water. When I did, I soon felt hands around my pussy and a bit shockingly even further south! I realized that all 3 of them were using my own dripping wetness to lubricate my asshole. I was a bit shocked when I saw my husband sit back again in his chair. Maybe more so when my friend then moved to my side of the bed, but I could still feel a finger in my ass! She looked at me and asked if it was ok for her husband to fuck me in my ass? I had to. The evening before, after her dark, taboo coupling with Jack, she was exhausted. She did little more then crawl onto the warm place in front of the fire and sleep, Jack snuggling in beside her, and stayed that way until morning. She stretched and stood, feeling what little of Jacks cum that was still in her trickle down her leg and she felt a mischievous smile cross her face, today was going to be a good day…She called Jack, then opened the back door to let him outside. She set about.