The thought was lost as I was coming, oh so quickly. My clitty was getting a treat under his thumb. The shelves were swaying. There was a bit of creak...ng too. I was holding on for dear life. God I got a finger fucking to remember. I had a you beaut tingly orgasm too. For a moment I was enjoying the euphoria of my girly release, when I was assaulted by Callum’s cock between my legs. My already sensitive pussy was cock bullied basically. Male base thrusting and real weighty grunting from my bad. "My cheeks flushed with embarrassment...jeeze was my face going to bepermanently red from bushing so much!...and looked down at my feet. "Idon't think it-" Stop right there," he ordered and reached over to grasp my hand,causing me to inhale sharply at the feel of his firm grip on me. "Don'tsell yourself short on this. I can tell from the time I've spent withyou that you don't think of yourself as being special, but let me tellyou something: You are. That isn't sarcasm, it isn't just telling. Yes! Yes! Yes!” she called and then, ‘I’m cummin! I’m cummin! She squeals as the pleasure ripped through her shuddering body!That is Tarzan’s cue. Still holding her by the hips, with the next stroke, he rams the last few inches of his donkey cock into her, up to the hilt! That just makes her shudder and shake even more as her orgasm continued. Tarzan is really fucking her now, working up to his on orgasm. He is moving a good half of his 9-inch shaft in and out her with every length, his groin. Not that Agnes would ever divorce him, he groaned, stopping for a red light. No, the only way she would part from her secure little feathered nest would be if she caught him with another woman--which had been mighty close a couple of times.Mort McDonald was sharply dressed in the latest style, a natty robin's-egg blue suit with an Edwardian cut to it, and a darker blue shirt set off by a wide, gold striped tie. He didn't look as if he'd spent the better part of the day and evening haggling with.