In less than a dozen thrusts Spade bit off a cry that sounded like a wounded bear, unloading in her mouth. Hearts cupped his balls and stroked his sha...t with her free hand, never releasing her grip in Sean’s thigh, and took every drop.Hearts’ ass and hips never broke rhythm as I kept fingering her. I wanted to shove her other leg up on the bed and push those panties down and fuck her. She was giggling and smiling at Spade as he withdrew, giving her glazed over looks of love and admiration,. Once the group got that sense, they had more fun with it. At least until Helen got a wicked smile on her face and upon questioning said, “So … how does this entire group look then? A young model on vacation with her mother and aunts?”That night they had reservations at a highly recommended restaurant and tickets to a show at Bally’s, “50 Shades! The Parody”. It seemed like an appropriately racy diversion. The women were dressed in elegant strapless or spaghetti strap gowns, stockings, and. This was his means of communicating with me when we had the attending nurses seeing to us. Even though I couldn’t see him, it was a comfort when he took my hand in his and used his fingers to etch out the words he wanted to say to me. I found that he was in a similar state of mind as I was in the fact that he had lost the power of speech and couldn’t use the normal means of conveying his needs and thoughts. But as I’ve said, it was a comfort to me to have him holding my hand in these times and. I can feel his stiff dick rubbing against mine. “I want you to fuck me,” I murmur in his ear, “but you’ll have to do it up my arse.” “Oh god yes,” he answers. “Wait here.” I go to the bedroom and fetch the lube I keep in the bedside table. Squirting a big dollop into my palm, I take his dick in my hands and give his shaft a liberal coating. Then I hand him the tube. “Give me a good squirt in my bum,” I say. I get on my hands and knees on the sofa, my backside in the air. I can’t help letting.