She flipped them so Grace was under her, her hips speeding up and pistioned in and out of her lover like a well-oiled machine. "Yes. Yes! Fuck me Jess...!" Grace's nails raked down Jesse's smooth back leaving delicious trails of pain. "Fuck me! Oh my God!"Grace's belly rippled and tensed as a powerful orgasm built up deep inside her. Her hot pussy spasmed and clinched Jesse moving meat in a tight wet fist. "Give it to me baby, cum in me. Fuck a baby into me!"Jesse's rhythm faltered a little as. It felt so fucking amazing, yet I still couldn’t cum! I could only think that Anna had drained me completely and somehow it was inhibiting my ability to achieve orgasm. The frustration was immense. My wife exhaustedly had her third orgasm and then raised herself off my still granite-like cock. ‘I’m sorry honey, but it doesn’t look like I can cum for some reason.’ I said, hopeful that if I stayed hard, then it’d make it impossible for her to put the cage back on my cock. I’d had enough of that. Her hands were gentle and her mouth warm as she very slowly began using them on my cock. Sara suddenly climbed atop me, sitting on my upper chest. She held my head between her legs and hooked her ankles behind my head. I was tightly wedged in place. I knew I had been orally servicing Sara for at least thirty minutes when she bucked against my face and came, after moaning “suck on it, baby, suck it hard.” I did and she came again, her juices oozing down my chin. She giggled softly looking at me. If I have more than one beer, then I fall asleep. If I am able to put down two or more, I am completely out of it for ten to twelve hours. It was a lot easier to live with the beer problem than the pyromania one. I didn't give up drinking altogether, but I have learned when, where, and how much I can handle.When I was fourteen, I spent the summer experimenting with my fire-starting skills. Several garages and outbuildings in the neighborhood became victims of my experiments. Of course, I.