His cock was beyond her reach, she could feel it pulsating with desire. The silk scarves prevented her from touching him and also made it impossible f...r her to please herself. She so wanted to touch her pussy, she could feel his hot cum continue to roll down her crack from their passionate lovemaking a moment earlier. His light kisses continued down each arm stopping once they reached her neck. She already felt the familiar tingles shooting down her arms and neck. Her pussy was involuntarily. It felt great and I let out a sigh, approving her small, but good gesture. She then moved her hand up and down my shaft slowly and gently until I was fully hard. "You're a grower, I see," she commented. I didn't know how to answer that so I stayed silent, though a 'thank you' danced around my mind, however, I ignored this. "Seven inches? Seven and a half?" she asked. "Am I right?" "Nearing seven and a half, yes," I answered, giving her proper eye contact for the first since she had come over. I gave Kathy’s reanimated dispossessed body to my murdered wife Carla. Holding her n my arms again, kissing her, is a joy. Carla clings just as tightly to me. Why give her Kathy’s body? Same size and very similar around her eyes as the original Carla. Carla wasn’t blond of course, but she can dye her hair if she wants. Carla’s skin was light brown. Kathy’s lost her suntan, her present pallor is frozen turkey pale. Wonder why? Carla fits inside Kathy, and the two together seems good. Carla with. It thrills me to watch her working her cock in and out with such fervor. What a wonderful sight and feeling! I love it! I'm such a slut for her and her toys.When I see others couples together, I wonder if they have similar bedroom activity. I find it hard to believe that we are the only ones that enjoy this extreme type of role reversal. It's not like that's all we do though. We still frequently have traditional sex. Loving, romantic sex that is quiet and sweet as well as hot, sweaty, hair.