Uh ... you done, Sammy?”“This feels so good.” Sam pulled out almost all the way and thrust back in. He got into a steady pace and kept at it.Wou...d she even feel Paul after this? It was completely obscene, the way her belly expanded with every thrust. She put her head back to the bed and stared into blank space.“Oh, Sammy. Oh, no. Oh, my goodness.” Joyce’s toes curled. “You’re going to make me...” Her eyes rolled back in her head and she arched her back off the bed. “uuuaagggggg.” Just like. Our theme was a farmer and his livestock. I was not happy with the theme at all, and worse still, he got my mother and i costumes that were much too small. I was a cow, wearing a one piece swimsuit with a cow pattern that squished my tits together uncomfortably like those push-up bras from the Renaissance. In the middle was a cut out that showed off my mid-rift and over the area where my pubic hair would be if i didn't shave it all were four pink hard-plastic udders. My back was mostly bare. Her hand traveled to Susan's free tit and started massaging it. She tweaked the rubbery nipple so it stood tall and proud. That produced even greater sound effects as Susan was now writhing with sexual energy, ready to explode. Desperately, she was pulling on me and trying to move into position where I could enter her and give her the release she so desperately desired.I accommodated her and in one motion buried myself into her dripping wet sheath. I held my position for a moment, since she was. " And when would that be, doll?" No time like the present, Al." I know a place, sweetheart."The two of them left the pub, with Beatrice threading an arm through Al's and gazing up at him in a way that she knew would be interpreted as a seductive smile. They made an unexceptional couple for this district of Ecstasy. Al was wearing an expensive suit and Beatrice was resplendent in a wealth of silk and satin that was worn only by woman with means or those trying to attract the attention of men of.