From this one handed inverted split she slowly twisted her body, pivoting on the heel of her hand, from every angle showing off the curve of her back,...the weight of her breasts barely contained by the cups of her bra, the length of her legs and the firm globes of her bottom. A single drop of sweat fell across her parted, pink lips and off the tip of her nose.Without even visible strain she lowered her forward foot in front of her face. Using both hands flat on the bar she touched a down with a. “Bill,” she said barely above a whisper, “could you come in here with me, please?” Her blurred image repositioned itself.“Frankie… I.”“Please, Bill. I’m really freaking out and… and I want someone to hold me.” She sniffled again, and her voice cracked. “Please?”Bill pulled the sliding door aside and stared at Frankie, standing still like a statue in a downpour – hugging herself and shuddering with small bumps along the skin. He removed his towel, placed it on the rack and stepped in.“You even. I felt him tense up, and his breathing changed.He practically slammed it into me and pumped a huge load of cum into me. I was in a state I can only describe as reverie. We both held still for a while, and then he pulled his cock out of me.I said, "Rick, when did you and Carolyn have sex last?" He just shook his head. "You shot some much cum into me, I thought I would be able to taste it!" He got a chuckle out of my perverted sense of humor.In spite of the fact that we agreed that this was only. Marcy chuckled. “You little shit.” She readjusted her position as she felt his balls just above her mound, the toy stuffed in him to the hilt. He reassured her he was okay and that she was doing fine; while Marcy figured out the movement and rhythm to properly fuck him. She smiled as her hips slapped his ass cheeks every time she hilted the toy in him. She rolled her hips a bit as she worked the toy in and out of him, slowly getting the rhythm down; and he whispered in her ear that she.