She moaned and moaned as I started to stroke going deeper and deeper until I was fully inside of her. She reached to her pussy and began to rub it int...nsely. I had all I could do to keep from sliding out of her has as she was bucking like crazy. I kept fucking her as she built up an orgasm and she finally tightened up her pussy and I could feel her asshole tighten and she came squirting pussy juice all over my balls and legs. "Oh god, oh god, oh god" she kept saying over as wave after wave of. I said indeed I would, and after another soft kiss we continued walking. And I only knew how late it was when I sighed as the 1:45 train turned the corner and headed west.“Shit,” I said, then blushed. John asked what was wrong, and I said that was the last train for the night. “They will not start up again until 5 in the morning. They used to run 24 hours, but they started breaking down, so now they stop between 2 and 5 for maintenance. Nothing for it I guess, there is a night owl coffee shop a. Turning into the narrow alley behind her apartment building, arms crossed over her chest, she meekly slid through the propped-open service door, skipping past the security desk with a grin on her face. The security guard smiled, not even looking up from his newspaper. "Evenin' Miss Karmalia." "Good evening Harold!" she chimed cheerily as she pushed the button to the elevator. She sighed, ticking away the seconds, her body splotchy and slick in the florescent light, the night written on her. At those times (and others as well), I would go see Brother Dexter and pour my heart out to him; and we would pray and pray and pray!But there was another method that Brother Dexter had instituted between we husbands and himself, that was the most significant and helpful. Among ourselves it was called 'doing libation.' This was one of the most sensitive topics within The Family. Though as husbands we had given up all sexual contact with our wives, the sexual drive remained just as strong as it.