Sure the coal-powered version was just fine. Just fine and dandy. That was the problem, it was ‘just’ fine and dandy. And you could draw on it whe...ever you needed. In fact, you didn’t draw on it. You lived in it, absorbing its power daily. Just enough for each day. Sometimes a spike or two would come about that you could go on with for a while, but mainly it was a daily habit. Hard to break, and one that you wouldn’t want to break. You can live with that power, draw on it and reside in it. Grow. I feel the warmth of the fine red vintage course down my throat, joining the warmth glowing in my loins. I wait for him to lead, unsure of what will happen next. Is she my slave too, or just his? "Do you know what? She's not dressed properly yet." He turns to her: "Slave, turn around and put your hands on the sideboard." She's very meek now, her ass still glowing like an over-ripe peach: "Yes, master." My husband slips a hand into his pocket and brings out the buttplug from earlier. "Would you. I increased the amount of tequila in Shirley's drinks and she was soon very tipsy. Meanwhile Dean had gotten Mary very drunk. We put Mary on the couch and she soon passed out. I took Shirley's hand and lead her down the hall to the bedroom. Dean was right behind her. I laid Shirley down on the bed and started kissing her. I wasn't on top her, just to her side. While I was kissing her Dean started rubbing her clit and she was soon very wet. She must have thought it as me rubbing her because she. With a firm thrust, he pushed his cock deeply into her body, burying most of the shaft.Sarah moaned, “Oh God. That feels so good.” Her hands left his forearms and clutched at his chubby buttocks in an attempt to pull him deeper into her womb.Rafe had remained in the push-up position and as he withdrew his cock, he looked down between their bodies, marveling at the blackness of his body and the pale contrast of her white abdomen. He began to thrust deeply into her body, building a rhythm that.