“You OK?” she asked.“A bit too much wine in that last toast,” he scrambled to regain his composure like a boxer trying to make it to the bell ...fter suffering a first round knockout blow. Feigning a cough he grabbed a glass of water sitting untouched next to his wine and gulped half of it down. “I’ll be OK.” He didn’t want to know the answer to the question he was about to pose. “Who is this lucky man?” Each word deadened his soul. He felt himself drift away.His reaction didn’t dampen her. Sweat was pouring off her, and her hair was all matted and damp. I reached up, grabbed her wet, sweaty hair, pulled her down to my face and began playing another hard game of tonsil hockey. I crossed my legs together and smashed them onto her lower back saying "Fucking cum inside me! Take me for all I'm worth, fucking make me yours!!" I then began chanting "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" each time she pulled almost out, then drove it back home in my gut.Finally, she tensed, shivered, threw her. “Later. I need you inside me now.”I easily slid into her pussy, and she pushed back against me sighing in delight at the feeling. I settled inside of her, and we rested there for a moment, luxuriating in the feeling of being joined again.“Now. Fuck me,” she said.I pulled back and started with little, teasing strokes, but she was having none of it, shoving her ass back against me with every stroke, trying to consume my cock with each and ever thrust. I gave up on the short game and slammed into. ”Kathleen tensed at the words. She had thought that her home might be her sanctuary. But now Marge was trying to expand her authority beyond the backyard.“Marge, I’m not comfortable with this,” she started.Marge quickly interrupted her. “I don’t see why not. It’s warm enough in here.”“But I can’t be naked all the time. It’s immoral.”“You let me be the judge of hat. If I don’t find it offensive, then how can it be wrong? In fact, it’s almost immoral to hide that body. Now, off with the.