He stands up and slams into me from behind... My eyes are on your face as I'm being fucked from behind... I watch you watching us... That in itself is...enough for me to lose it... I want my lips on yours... I want your hands on me... I want my mouth on your dick while I get fucked... But not this time... You want to watch... I reach my hand between my legs and start rubbing my clit. I've got moe slamming into me from behind, my fingers working my clit, and you watching me... I'm getting close.... But you also heard my wife testify that Jane and Brad have been fucking her several times a day for the past several months, so her sweet pussy is once more a LOT more flexible, and able to take in bigger cocks than it could when I was on the road so much and unable–but again, CERTAINLY not unwilling–to slip it to her hard and fast. ‘ ‘I concede that point. A pussy that gets regular attention IS better able to accommodate a man’s, um, HUGENESS!’ ‘Besides, your honor, I doubt that even NOW,. ”“What’s that?” asks Sonia, with a tip of her head and a wiggle of her naked perfect hips.“It’s for the men. Guys, I’ve been telling you not to cum the last couple of days. Did you obey?”“Yes, mother,” laughs Henri. Surprisingly, they all claim to have been good.“Good. I’m proud of all of you. We’ll fix that shortly, but not yet. No ejaculation until I give the word. Keep your semen in your prostate, or wherever you store it.”“I keep mine in a gallon jug beside the bed,” snides Taylor. . The memory that there was a memory it wanted to forget - that was a thorn in the mental flesh; a nuisance that will not go away; an irritating, annoying, itch that demanded to be scratched, no matter how much one ignored it. It was an internal pressure that could not be resisted, no matter how much it was postponed. There was a closed door that was endeavouring to open itself. That door was under incredible pressure; and was bending under the stresses imposed on it.Eventually the door gave way,.