Most of her friends were married by now, and some described more pain than others. None described as much pain as the broken arm."Well, this will hurt...less. I don't mean less than the worst throw. I mean less than the mildest one. You don't stop riding because you'll get thrown sometimes. You don't refuse your husband for such a mild pain." Yes, Mother." Now, I'll send Belle back in. Hurry up; they'll be getting out of church in a few minutes."She had more immediate concerns for the rest of the. I thought it was a thumb up for approval. She put her thumb in her mouth to lubricate it and without hesitation stuck it up my husband's butt as Wendy was sucking him.He arched his back and let out a loud moan. I couldn’t stop laughing. I’m sure he wasn’t expecting that. Laura was older and married so that was completely unexpected.It wasn’t long before the hubby let out a loud long deep moan as he exploded. Laura’s thumb was still penetrating and wiggling up his ass. I’m sure he shot his sperm. "Why me," Jeff muttered to himself. "The guy wouldn?t probably call me fag right now if I wore my girl?s clothes to shop."Jeff was glad to get home from the market. He went straight to his room; dropped on his bed and slipped his black sneakers off to reveal that his feet were coated in black nylons. He wiggled his toes and felt like they could use a good soaking in warm water.A knock came at the door. "Jeff?" his mother called. "Are you okay, honey?" Fine, mom." Jeff said as he swung his legs. I had brought Trinh to two moaning orgasms by now, and was starting to get the hang of it. Trinh actually had not given me a single order in the last five minutes, the only sounds exiting her mouth little whimpers of pleasure as I had one whole hand now buried up her cunt and a finger in her ass while I munched on her cunt.My tongue was just starting to get sore when Trinh came to a screaming third orgasm and lay without speaking back on the bed, obviously trying to catch her breath. I was.