Wendy handed him his crutches."Right, Wendy dear. Let's bring your shopping in while he's busy."They did that, stacking it on the kitchen table. Tim, ...n the meanwhile poured gins and tonic including one for Wendy, even if it was not Christmas Day and she rarely touched alcohol, other than the odd lager."You two go through," ordered Wendy, "while I put this lot away and get some lunch on the table instead."Betty carried Tim's glass as well as her own and put it on the table beside his. It pushed her to the very, very edge, and when she could no longer hold herself back, it release lightning through the black pads and through the dildos that drove her back down to the base of Passion Mountain.“How in the hell did it do that?” she asked aloud. “It zapped me INSIDE my ass and pussy!”Then it began again. This time it did not start slowly, but came to full movement and vibration almost immediately. Her nipples felt the suckling motion of the nipple caps and electrical pulses. My face is wet from your juices andyou are beginning to grind yourself against my mouth. I cannot see, but I canfeel and I wonder how you must look. You almost seemto have forgotten me as you concentrate on your own orgasm. But you haven't,because as you start to move faster you begin to bite the head of my cock,gently at first but then harder. It causes me pain and I cry out a little, butI don't want you to stop, not that there is any chance of that anyway. Then youpause and push the cat. "Angie," I groaned.I was an iron sword. She was a silk sheath. It was electric.I reached for her hips. It was an instinct that had worked last night in my dream. I had brought Lara atop me, transfixed by those naked breasts. And to keep her there, I had used the strength of my arms to give Lara a ride that left her crying in climax.In real life, this was the only position open to me. I began to move Angie up and down on my cock, slowly at first and then with increasing fever. Her fingernails.