Keri added her hand to mine and began working hard on her clit. I changed over to my fingers deep inside her and I began to strum her G spot. I would ...un my finger over it fast and hard when Keri was rubbing her clit fast and hard. When she slowed down, I began to tap the spot. It only took a few of minutes and Keri let out a loud groan and her vagina expanded to where my finger could not hit the walls. Then her orgasm crashed down and her vagina collapsed squeezing my finger.She moved her hand. She'd seen her doctors about the problem, and they had no explanation for her unusual medical state. Marla felt like killing herself, though she knew suicide wasn't the answer and she'd never seriously attempted it. Her whole future seemed hopeless.Her husband Bert had died two days before, leaving her uncertain how to carry on. And she couldn't retire for another seven years, longer if an increase in the retirement age was on the horizon, a plausible concern.Marla was strolling down the street. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk mmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee honeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.Or me v gand utha utha k uska sath dene lagi. Harderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr comeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn honeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Wo b muje galiya dene laga le meri randi chud.Lele pura andar. Part of why I love her... she can never seem to get enough sex. I enjoyed hearing in detail how she and Paul had fucked and eaten each other in those sessions, Paul was very inventive and did mind games (like making up hot stories) on Carol as he fucked her (hell he was a shrink after all). I was a little leery of seeing Paul again. I had enjoyed his administrations too much that night and it worried me a little. Each time Carol visited Paul, he always sent back a message that he would like to.