As my mouth and chin become wet from you, I pluck your love from its hood and gentle nibble and suck on it, driving a finger through you as you pull m... further along. I feel your hands clinch in my hair as your legs clamp around my shoulders, as you arch your back, as you call onto me and to God. As the waves of your pleasure ripple through you, you become quiet as though you lost your voice, as you can feel me in your essence driving you over the waves. You look down at me and with that. It was Bianca wearing a black woman’s suit with a white top underneath. Her dreads hanged loosely down her back as she leaned into our pew. “Our sessions get a bit intense here but we do have a children’s church for your son,” she stated in that deep breathy voice of hers that still had enough feminine vibrations that you could still tell that it was a woman without looking. When she spoke to me I practically jumped out of my skin. This was the last thing I wanted, her to assume about me, but. The guy's not ready to end this yet and doesn't pull out but keeps doing my tits. After a couple of minutes I feel him move a little again, the dick feels hard again, and, oh yeah, it is hard again, and I feel it fill me up when he thrusts in deep. God, that feels good, so good that I move my legs up and back toward my body and spread as far as I can. I want to feel his dick go deep, I want him to ream me, drill me, and have it's way with me.The guy is pretty good and really turns it on,. Jenny knelt in front of me, looking into my eyes, her large breasts dangling. Jeff positioned himself behind her."Stick it into me Jeff" she shouted. "Show my husband what a slut you have made of his prim and proper wife!" She gasped as Jeff rammed his 11" straight up her pussy."Tell him how good it feels Jenny" Jeff told her. She stared in my eyes."Good?" she exclaimed. "It is fucking wonderful. My cunt thinks it is Christmas!" I had never heard my wife even say damn before, and her foul mouth.