Albert steeled himself and thrust forward with his hips in slow surges that had the poor woman impaled on his shaft yelping and squealing with wild ab...ndon. The more he forced into her, the more vulgar her language became."MR. JOHNSON!" she shrieked. "MR. JOHNSON, SIR. Oh my, oh fiddlesticks, I swear on the almighty," Another thrust. "Ahhhhh, oh, oh, oh, fiddley FUCK!!"Albert began to twitch. He was hopping from one foot to the other as he rammed more of his prick into his landlady who was. Depending on what you first saw, perhaps you can join in.”“So I see the miller balls deep in Hay, and you want me to start playing with myself right there?”“Yes, exactly.”Several people laughed. I said, “I know, it seems a bit silly when you put it like that. What we’re doing is taking the experience beyond just Hay and her mate finding pleasure. Hay and her mate can find pleasure as part of the community, supported and celebrated by the rest of us. You can even go beyond masturbating and. I was totally unprepared for what happened next. I was stood at the window, both hands leaning against the sill and looking out. Brett put his coffee down and came and stood very close behind me. Close enough that he could put his hands around my waist and pull me back against him. I nearly had a heart-attack as it was still so unexpected and I put my hands over his and just said 'Brett - stop that, I'm a pregnant, married woman! And I'll scream.' 'I don't think you will you know, ' he said in. She came home, all ready to fuck again…but I just pointed to the computer. There on the screen, cycling through, were several pictures of her and the two guys at the park. She sat down and started crying, asking if I was going to divorce her. I told her no, but she was going to be punished. I explained that to make it up to me, she was going to have to do some things, and follow my directions exactly. If she did this, then everything would be fine, and she could even continue with her.