You scream in frustration. I get up off the bed and pull a big pink dildo from off of my shelf. I shove it into your wet, wet pussy and turn it on. It...vibrates, and feels incredibly good and filling to you, but it is not enough...and you are out of your mind wanting to come. "Keep that dildo buried in your pussy or there will be hell to pay." I leave you there, desperately wanting, and turn to my husband. He stands up and I fall to my knees, opening his fly and releasing his cock. I bend over. “Here – could you take these, please?” She gestured to two bags on the ground and her hand brushed against the waist band of his trousers. He felt his cock harden. He picked up the bags. She leant into the trunk again for the remaining bag, then stepped backwards, her rear nestling against his trousers. He caught his breath and stood still for a moment, his cock swelling. He longed to reach down and touch her. She turned and smiled. “This way.” She walked ahead of him to the house. “I’m afraid. He closes his lips over mine. My limbs fumble for his legs as his tongue bathes the inside of my mouth. I drink from him as if he were giving me an elixir for all the pains, all the mishaps in my life. His kiss is both masculine and feminime, both overwhelming and yielding. I cry in his kiss and he pulls back momentarily, wiping my new tears, but he knows that more will follow. He returns to kissing me and my mouth receives this reunion wholly, as if one second of absence were an eternity of. “PLEASE,” Danny cried. I slapped her bare ass with my palm leaving a perfect hand print on her freckled white ass. “Silence!” I demanded. “If you take your punishment like a grown woman, henceforth, disobedience will be dealt with thusly,” I stated, raining down five quick swats on her rosy red cheeks. “Obedience will be rewarded as well,” I said softly as I slid my hand between her legs cupping her pussy. Danny’s pussy betrayed her. Her pussy was leaking juice down onto her bed pooling.