He licked my pussy and clit until I was about to cum, then I stood up, to have him lay on his back. I spread my legs and straddled his face. I started...talking dirty again, telling him to get that cum, get all mix of his cum and mine. I could feel my pussy walls contracting on his face. I had a feeling it was going to be one of the most intense orgasms I may ever have, but my husband stopped just before I exploded. By now, my husband's cock was as hard as a diamond. I was more than ready for him. Her tight shaved pussy and stubby purple clitoris was quite a sight, but I tried my best not to stare.Cori relished having me for an audience and did some flexing and posing for me, showing off her award winning muscles. When she turned around to flaunt her rock hard ass, I thought I was going to die. She had me convinced. I took off my sweats and underwear and unveiled my pasty white, flabby body and posed as if I was a fellow bodybuilder. She reached out, stroking my sagging breasts, telling. Peering into his room of sleep, she became aware he was not there. Well she had warned him of spending too much time at the public house, but he was a man and his choices were beyond her control. Joan climbed into her bed, not bothering to dress in a night shift. She laid there, her vagina still vibrating from the series of actions Father Paul, and God had provided, praying to the Heavenly Father for his love. Sleep overcame her, bestowing the gift of rest, which she was in much need of. The. She heard herself giving a wretched howl that faded for a moment, rose and fell again, as the searing agony in her bottom intensified in a crescendo she felt she could hardly survive, and then slowly receded to a level of pain that at least allowed her mind to find itself itself again.It was only then that she became aware again of where she was, and what she was doing. She was half upright, staring at the wall opposite with wide open eyes, her hands clutching her bottom, her fingers digging.