I prayed to everything and anything, to just make him grow better, stronger. My words would fall on deaf ears, but he would only choose to hear of kin...ler things, of gentler words. As my heart twisted and wrung dry, I poured it all into him and watched him still grow weaker at being showered under my essence, under my care. Oh, how I clung to him and felt the stirrings of a cold snap settle in. His smiles grew less and less, his pallor lighter and lighter, yet I was there to bundle what warmth. Carole also suggested she and Mary could have some fun in and out of the hot-tub.The scene was set for a future meeting!Some days later John and I were having a beer together, I got all the feedback on our evening together and it became very clear that we all enjoyed what had happened. So we discussed our next get together and my new permissions. That sounds a bit like I only get to do what my wife says. Actually it’s quite the reverse, she is the submissive and I am her Master. I have ‘carte. "I waited, pen poised."All three," she said and a tear slid down her cheek. "All three holes, the bastard. It really hurt even though he was only maybe five inches." Bra size?"She sniffed. "Thirty-seven."I waited.She blinked and then said, 'Dee. What do you think? They've been like this since I was in seventh grade." She grasped her jugs and lifted them."Tender, sensitive? Are they puffies?"She just sniffed and shook her head."Waist?"Twenty-four, sometimes less." Let's aim at twenty, OK?" Ha!". Instead of having both knees on the ground like I had expected and was used to, he kept one foot on the ground as he entered me. I was so wet from my orgasm that he slipped right in without any guiding hand. He put his hands on my hips for leverage as he pushed in and out of me. Though his hands were on my lips, they did not stay there long. His strong hands took to roaming around my body, sometimes fondling my breasts and playing with my nipples and at others resting on my shoulder so he.