‘And this, Gwen?’ his eyes were locked on hers, seeing the confusion and excitement. ‘I don’t know,’ she whispered, ‘Is it?’ ‘What do ...ou think?’ his voice was husky as his lips descended on hers, his hand squeezing her cotton covered flesh gently, making her moan against his mouth as the pleasure swept over her. Her other hand cupped her other breast, making her ache with need… although what she needed was undefined. Something hard was pressing against her thigh as they kissed and his hands. He stretched my jaw. I was aching. Suddenly he pulled out grabbed my hair and drug me into the back spare bedroom. Closed the door and told me to keep quiet. He gagged my mouth with something he tied around my head. Pushed me on to the bed and tied my hands and feet to each corner, put a pillow under my ass. I was face up with my pussy pushed way up. It was hurting me. He walked over to my face and showed me his leather belt and said “I said no teeth. Your going to learn, little slut”. And he. ” We both started to fuck hard. The car was rocking and the windows got fogged up. I felt like a teenager again getting my first piece of ass in the back of my old ’58 Plymouth. Brigitte climaxed almost immediately, but followed that with two more, leaving her breathless and satisfied. She had cum so quickly and I had been enjoying her orgasms so much, that I had completely forgotten to cum myself. Brigitte asked me, “Did you cum? I didn’t feel you.” “No. I was enjoying your orgasms so much. Jenny was lost in a moment of memory and clutched her son to her as she had her husband that last day of passion, before the shock of grief. Spouse and son were for an instant one and the same, she kissed him and called, “David . . .” Joey, confused but game for a sexy kiss, even - no, especially from his mom, bussed her back with enthusiasm. His warm lips made Jenny’s mouth naturally open up to a French kiss, and for long moments their lingual digits danced the duet of lovers. A splash of.