I was silent and kept myself from screaming. It was hard to refrain myself from saying anything with such a big thing in me but I controlled. In order...to avoid my moans from coming out of my throat, I was moving hands all over the bed.He kept on fucking me for 20 minutes and never seemed to exhaust. However hard I may be trying, an orgasm was building up in me and my body could feel it. I trying hard to resist but his strokes and big sized dick is hard to resist. My head was moving sideways in. When she was in the kitchen, she would trap me in the corner and rub her breasts against me, and sometimes gently knee me in my crotch. I actually loved that,and masturbated to that.Some mornings, she would come into my room to put away clothes. One time she sat on my bed stroking my hair, and my morning wood was massive. She knew this, so she would smile and then start rubbing my chest. I grabbed her neck and she smiled and I wanted her badly. But not then...And when we were on the sofa, she. He ran his tongue over his lips thinking of the hotness of her pussy mixed with the hot flavors of black pepper, lemon zest, dried garlic and dried onion. Mmmmm, this was going to be yummy. Peter grabbed the salt and pepper grinders and headed for the bed. Kitty spread her legs wide for Peter to see how wet and ready she was. Peter loved this view of his wife, so hot, so willing. She turned him on in a big way. His cock was hard as he crawled onto the bed, between her legs. He leaned over and. I tell you to lick your lips. You hesitate. I give you a smart slap across the face and tell you to do it again. Your tongue snakes out of your mouth and licks your lips, tasting yourself on them. I smile. I walk over to the stereo and put a song on. I tell you to dance to it, move your body to the music. I tell you to feel your body while you do it, as if you were making love to yourself. You start off slowly, unsure, but soon you lock into the groove of it and sway slowly. Your hands slide up.