Do you think you can understand my feelings? He doesn't." Her voice had risen as she spoke, and I could tell this was a bit like Shirley Valentine tal...ing to her wall. She was pacing up and down gesturing furiously. I paused, and sipped my wine. I told her I could understand her feelings, but that I wasn't sure I was the right person to talk to. I grew up in the 60's and 70's with the atmosphere of 'Free Love' and birth control, pre-AIDS, etc., and I believe every person views sex differently.. Spreading her legs even wider and leaning forward Mike, she kept up the pace rubbing the full length of his penis against her soaking wet pussy lips.My aroused babe finally achieved an intense orgasm and she collapsed onto the counter, exposing her swollen cunt onto Mike's cock. The bastard then pressed the tip of his huge rod against her wet vagina. Anita gasped when she felt him against her cunt. I saw my wife closing her eyes tightly, spreading her thighs even wider and pressing back against. From my balls to the top of my crack, she worked her slick fingers up and down. "Mmmm, just relax" I am, baby. It feels good. I like how slow you are going."At some point in her rubbing, her fingers were replaced with the tip of her fake cock. The soft but firm pink tip pressed against my hole as it rubbed up and down inside of my ass cheeks. "Fuck, baby." Do you like it honey? You are pushing your ass against me." I can't help it. You are teasing me so good. How do you know how to do that?" I. It was one of those disorganized and dirty older shops. With the dust thick in places and cobwebs clinging to everything out of reach. Had mostly seen the usual junk when a old trunk caught my eye. After haggling with the old shop owner I was able to get him down to 50 and he just said to keep the junk inside.Later that week when I got around to looking inside there was a old wood cigar box under the old news papers and books inside with a old middle eastern style oil lamp. the thing was there.