By the way, she was vocal. She was a real slut. "Fuck me, split my cunt open, stick your tongue deep inside my cunt" and so forth. Oh, yeah, she was v...cal. And she had every reason to be vocal. I was employing as much activity as my own creations allowed me to do to her.I stopped counting her orgasms but she had several. When I was satiated with her I asked her to do me. She went with vigor and resolution. She was an artist now. She was about to paint on me her masterpiece. What can I tell you?. "That little trick really wore me out. I think that was at the far edge of my new limits."So I got fussed over a little bit, and Mom brought me a big glass of orange juice and a piece of pie. I ate a little bit, drank a little bit and cautiously pulled a little power from the jump point a few feet away. Slowly I returned to normal. Once I was feeling comfortable again with my state of being, I decided to drop the other shoe."Dad, if we're going to include Ginny's parents in this, we need to get. Sweat was covering him at this point, he still laywith his feet planted on the floor and legs spread as far as he couldclutching his lower abdomen. Stephen found the best way to bear the painwas with rapid short and concentrated breathing. Every muscle in hisbody was fully tensed."There, there Stephen it's nearly over," she said gently. With thatStephen felt one last jolt of pain causing him to moan gently. Notbecause it was any less painful than the last cramps but because hisbody was. I asked her if she was weakening at all and Corina smiled at me. I pulled her face down and whispered in her ear that her kitty was so warm and sexy today. I asked her if she thought about letting some other man fuck her today and she whispered maybe softly with her moans. I whispered in her ear if she thought about going to Morgan today and she moaned and whispered maybe again.Corina stopped and rose up sitting on my cock and wiggled her hips around and said she loved her husband's dick. I.