My back arches off the bed and he presses his face against my neck as I let out the loudest moan I've ever made in my life. He slows for a minute to l...t me come down from my high, he hasn't finished and the idea that there's more to come is almost overwhelming for me. "Keep going, I want to feel you cum inside of me." I say, emboldened by my orgasm. He quickly complies, continuing to pump his large cock deeper and deeper into me. He grabs my thigh, lifting it up so that it's pressed against my. He disappears and returns with pretzels and dip. Asking me about my day. He sits on the couch my eye contact lingers. “Kinder im Bett?”… he nods.I unzip my trousers and reveal the GIS with the cock missing. The O ring found wanting. I have many pairs of GIS pants, thongs, briefs and hipsters. I always have the cock attachment in my handbag and wear them every day just in case I get the urge to fuck the new receptionist, the cleaner or anyone. I’ve even had to use it for. Additionally, I reasoned that a bit of restraint would make me more alluring.A flash of disappointment crossed his face at my revelation, and it was as if his eyes were willing me to stay.“Oh, okay,” he replied, before adding, “So… I’ll see you at the gym?”“Sure,” I answered before departing.That night in bed, I had a difficult time trying to fall asleep. The excitement of my evening soon had my fingers excitedly strumming my pussy. With three fingers eventually spearing into my snatch, all I. We enjoyed walking around the many waterfalls on Historic Highway 30 which is just south of Highway 84 and the Columbia River.I took hundreds of pictures of the Samurai Warrior Exhibition at the Portland Museum of Art. Anybody who hasn't seen it should go. It is hard to describe my disdain for one of my wife's suggestions. She wanted to ride the Tri-Met into Portland.The Tri-Met is an electrically powered train of about six cars that runs on railroad tracks. It runs about every fifteen minutes.