Give me all your hot cum.” I tried hard not to cum. But with Sarah milking my cock and encouraging me to cum in her pussy, it was a wonderful losing...effort. “I’m going to cum,” I yelled the moment I knew that I had gone over the edge. Sarah doubled her efforts, pounding down on my shaft. “Give me your cum. Give me your cum,” She yelled as she pulled me close and stuck her tongue down my throat. I came hard; harder than I expected; harder than I had cum for some time. And that is saying a lot.. As the day became dark we found a nice little town, stopped got a room , cleaned up, changed and rode to a little bar which also had a few bikes parked outside. The place served food so we ordered and began to drink some cold beers. It was the typical small town place and being new people would stop by to talk and of course talk about bikes. The bikers were great and the evening progressed to where my wife was actually pretty well d***k. When she is d***k she flirts alot which actually turns. He opened my thighs wide and slowly started to rub the vaginal hole. I had no control at all and yielded to all his ministrations. His finger was now deep inside my vagina stroking the Clitoris. I had one two and multiple orgasms repeatedly and again and again. We kissed again.He took my hand and guided it to his already hard penis. I held it with love and lust. He had very big shaft which I stroked up and down. He then asked me to hold his testicles which I fondled to further excite him.Rising. She be even better?' The thing being, how could she possibly know that? She'd never even thought about her daughter being sexually tortured, nor I suppose any other way. But then again, for me, there was no other way that mattered about torture than the sex kind. It would be impossible for me to kill a woman without killing her femininity first and that went double for the girl too.Page 46. She yelped. 'Stop it. Stop it . Stop hurting me more.' 'Then you tell me.