Lifting Alisha off her feet, their kiss became more passionate. Alisha pointed to the floor, the carpeted area by the table. Carrying her over, Bhupen...laid her on the floor.Alisha looked up at Bhupen, pulling her night gown up; she pushed her panties off and unbuttoned her front opening, freeing her breasts.“Take those pants off now.” She sat up and helped him undo his pants, pulling them off. Hungering for him, Alisha put her hands on his firm ass and pulled him to her. Bhupen’s large shaft at. The theory was that what one camera missed, the other two would certainly catch.It wasn't much of a show, actually. There was no foreplay, no tenderness, and no affection at all. Brian just slipped on a yellowish colored condom, mounted my slut of a wife in the missionary position and proceeded to fuck away. I watched her face closely for a moment. I wasn't sure if it was pain or ecstasy causing the wrinkles on her forehead."Damn," I said after watching for a minute or two. "That SOB isn't any. I have no problem with her stimulating her nipples, in fact I order her to keep at it, because it keeps her hands nicely out of the way for what comes next. Next is a cheap, thin plastic bag like you used to get from the grocers before they switched to paper. That bag goes over her head, I pull it tight, and suddenly Anna cannot breathe any more. That’s a shocker. She struggles, even takes her hands off her chest trying to loosen my grip. If she had been thinking more clearly, she could have. I was in my bed, alone, with just my short nightie on. I was upset as the storm continued. Being nervous, I went down the hallway to go down stairs. As I passed King's room I saw his door opened a little. I peeked in to see him sitting on the side of his bed with his hands at the side of his head."Baby, are you afraid of the storm too?" I asked as I entered his room."Yes. Storms always upset me. I don't like them and I am frightened of the lighting," he replied."Me too. I hate these bad storms..