But the third time? We made a private room in digicrap and fucked and fucked and fucked some more! She had me so worked up that on the first orgasm, o...e rope of jizz literally struck me in the right cheek. I was spraying cum all over my keyboard! That was a fun mess to clean up."Chrissy?" I asked her, "Do you and your husband have sex like this in real life?" I want to, sighhh," she replied. I could feel the melancholy coming right through the monitor."You mean, you don't?" Well, my hubby and I. (I love touch her clit with my palm only at first: then I increase the pressure and make very small and slow circles. Her pelvic flinches under my hand make me really horny…mmm).Meanwhile she lifted her shirt because she wanted me to kiss her tits and to gently bite her nip…After rubbing her pussy with my palm only, I joined my fingers too.As my middle finger was pushing down more than the others, it sunk into her wet pussy and stopped for a while onto her G spot and my wife moaned once.Then it. We left immediately after the signing for our celebration in Vicksburg. To Celebrate we met Lynne in Vicksburg for Milkshakes.“John, give that deed to your mom to have it registered. She knows the registrar of deeds,” I informed him.“I’ve already arranged to give it to her. It would be better, if I have mom do it. That way I can swear you never had it in your possession,” John said.“Okay,” I said. I missed the days when two men shook hands and wrote contracts on scraps of notebook paper.That. The few questions she did ask him only made him more of a myth in her mind. She knew rationally he was just a man. But still he had the power of life and death. He had read her own fantasy and corrected her to the reality of the torture. And yet she still craved it…no, needed it. She had confessed to him. Told him that she wanted to prove to herself that she could withstand any level of torture for her faith, like Joan of Arc. She wanted to prove worthy of her God’s love. The problem was she.