" Oh, I'm sure that big girl cunt can handle it," he said, still pushing down."No-no-it - oh Gawd. . ." And then I was firmly seated on the vinyl sadd...e, my sex filled and taunt around the latex phallus. I noticed several buckles and straps on the saddle of the trainer. At first I didn't know what they were for, but I soon found out. They were ankle and thigh cuffs, and Mark wasted no time locking me down until I was secured tightly to the saddle with no way of getting off without. After putting a load of laundry in the wash and you getting showered, we headed to bed. Both of us were tired, but not that tired...yet. I was wearing my underwear to bed, a pair of white boxer breifs. You had on a satin, purple top, and sexy black panties. It's not that you meant for them to be sexy. They just look that way on you. We turned off the lights, and I wrapped my arms around you. I pushed into me a little, then moved my hands to cup your breasts. The smell of your body wash. Walters cock grew longer and stiffer, the red leaky cock knob pulsing on the roof of her mouth. Margaret nearly choked herself, trying to stuff his prick farther between her lips. Her fingers tightened on the root of his cock, and then she commenced a fast, urgent hand job, feverishly jacking his boner from the base to the sucking lips. Harder, Walter pleaded. He stared at her, entranced by the spectacle of the gorgeous woman with a mouth full of cock. Suck the cum out, Mrs. Kelly! Oh, shit,. After a few minutes, I slid my left hand under her blouse again and hung on to her left tit. Then I eased my right hand around her waist and sank a finger into her soaking outer lips and found her clit. A couple minutes later, she climaxed again and then in another few minutes and then a third time in just a few minutes. After that, it seemed like there were just seconds between her orgasms, although it was probably a little longer; still I had lost count when my balls took charge of my brain.