Clearly they were both ready for more than that and with Bernice still splayed out on the couch he (we still didn’t know his name!) stuck his cock s...raight up her and commenced a busy thrusting, his buttocks energetically clenching as he delved deep into her body, an action that was clearly having the right effect upon my wife, if one judged by the noise she was making. Our new friend was obviously one of those guys not really into swinging, in that rather than having a threesome he was more. “I liked it better when he just grunted,” Princess Sophia announced as yet another slice of thick buttered toast slid effortlessly down her gaping mouth to swell her already quite outrageously bloated frame.“And when shall you be married my angel?” Queen Anya asked.“Very soon,” the princess replied, “As soon as I can for I am so fat I find wanking very difficult without a servant to manipulate the broom handle.”“Sophia!” the King cried, “Not at the breakast table!”“Oh no, I took it out before I. As she was packing for her trip, I couldn’t help but notice that she had packed the most skimpy dresses, lingerie, her thin white bikini that would become transparent in water, lube, condoms and of course Ty. This drove me crazy thinking of what her plans for the weekend actually were and whether she’d really fuck another guy. As she walked out the door my heart was racing and she kissed me and said, "Don’t worry honey, I’m going to have a great time and so will you. I'm only going to fuck a. She calls his name brokenly as she falls over the edge, shuddering beneath him.Her tight heat pulsing around him pushes him over right behind her. He groans and collapses onto her, breathing hard.Her hands drift over the back of his head and down over his shoulders. Soothing. Calming.He rolls onto his back, keeping her tight in his arms. Her head drops to his shoulder, her hand curling on his chest.Her fingers trace little circles on his skin. "I'm sorry I hurt you, Sam," she murmurs.He.