But if she had to fuck other guys beside him, Mike liked it when it was James, just like James had found it better that his sister was dating Mike for...a while, rather than any other dickhead. Gini’s breath smelled of Gin when she mumbled slurry words with a certain sexy tone and James wondered if she had been sober at all today, after last night at Marcy’s Bar. He looked into her hazelnut eyes with a little grin, imagining that Gini probably fucked with Mike all day long. Yet she seemed horny. They lifted Nicole up off the platform and put her face down over the first sawhorse and put her with her shoulders hanging over the second sawhorse. Her tits were hanging down between the two, they tied her legs to the legs of the rear sawhorse with cable ties. They tied both of her wrist to the front sawhorse with cable ties as well. There she was, with her ass sticking out on the back sawhorse and her head hanging over the front of the other sawhorse, she looked totally helpless to anything. Although, I'd never needed to use a hospital in Iowa, I'd visited friends in Mercy Hospital before. The harsh contrasts between the hospital in my time and here ranged from the lack of computer stations and monitors to the lack of art work on the walls. Everything was different. The ward was the size of a high school gymnasium; it had an oak floor, white walls and load-bearing columns that ran down the center of the room. The ward was bright with lots of windows, high up on the wall, allowing. Frank's hands squeezed my asscheeks as he worked my pussy up and down his cock.The pleasure hammered my body. I writhed atop my husband. His cock kept sliding through my orgasming sheath, prolonging my pleasure. The ecstasy bombarded my mind. I gasped and moaned as it built inside me.Then it left. I gasped and moaned, lying on my husband's chest as he kept sliding me up and down his cock and fucking his hips up. I groaned and kissed him, slowly working my hips again, drinking in the lingering.