You were the only one that could make me squirt, though that was only with your tongue. I was now having the best orgasm ever. Phil tensed up and I fe...t his cock throb as he filled the condom. I so wished he had not worn the condom so I could have felt all the spurts.I was on my hands and knees.It was the first time I saw you. Chained to the bed frame, looking through the bars. I looked deep into your eyes, I guess looking for approval, you smiled, though I wanted more. You did not look excited. Jack wiped his face with a towel. ‘Dang, Kim, you sure can squirt.’ ‘Yeah, well, shit happens. I don’t hold back.’ ‘I guess not. You left off, before I so rudely interrupted you, with telling me about the Nazis and Brazil, I think. Whatever.’ Kim took up where she thought she left off. ‘In The Boys from Brazil we have a plot to resurrect Nazism and conquer the world, and this time do it right. Sir Lawrence Oliver plays an old Nazi hunter whose writing gets a young American Nazi hunter. As I walked outside I saw my wife talking to the Spanish guy with her friends. Didn't seem to mean anything. The guy moved his car and I got on the drive to get out. Her bag was on the back seat, she didn't have her keys, so she couldn't get in when she got home. I parked the car in the drive and went back to find her. In the hall , her friends were their, but she wasn't. I went outside to where I'd seen them talking. Right out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw her. She was wearing a. Kelli had as much fun going through her lingerie and starting what to wear as she did actually putting it on. She'd taken a long and very relaxing bubble bath and when she dried off, she fixed her makeup and her hair and then started going from being totally naked to being fully dressed to go out with her lover, Tom. While Kelli had done all of that, she'd remained totally naked and before she started putting her clothes on, she stood in front of her full-length mirror and enjoyed the view of.