It was not a configuration to facilitate speed. On the other hand, it was excellent in facilitating non-verbal communication. It was saying, both ways... ‘I love you’. ‘Being close to you, like this, is wonderful’.Into the flat ... coats off and hung up, shoes off ... and, “After you in the bathroom,” Helen told Geoff, “You can use my toothbrush.”He snickered. “Wow! Real intimacy.”She kissed him, a garlicky kiss, and hummed. “Yes, it is.” Then, “You are not going back to that barge tonight.”He. " she moaned, she moan trailing off as she trembled and spasms wracked her whole abdomen. She stopped her hand movements on my cock and we lay there, still, unmoving, with after-waves of pleasure washing over us. After long moments of silence, Sue opened her eyes and said, "Is that what happened in your dream?" Yeah," I whispered. "But it was better in real life than in my dream." This is what happened in my dream, too. And you're right. Real life is better than any dream."Sue sat up and looked. I could not wait any longer. I jumped up and shoved my hard cock into her slick, lubricated pussy and fucked her like the bitch she was. I was pounding away fucking a real woman for the first time. Damn it was good. It was so good, that with her moaning, I did not hear someone enter the room. I shivered when I felt a hand on my ass and heard a man’s voice say. “I don’t know who you are boy, but that is my wife you are fucking and you are going to have to pay. You are going to pay by me fucking. " Fran was both relieved and disappointed.During the service Fran did get a rest from the bouncing of the weight, but the elastic around her clitoris kept her ever mindful of her sex organs and her recent fucking in the bathroom. Also there was the standing, sitting, kneeling to keep at least some stimulation going. Then came the time for the Eucharist and Fran had to walk up to the altar railing to take communion. The slow walk forward and the kneeling put her just on the verge of another.