I need to cum.”By now I had my finger in her ass up to the last knuckle and was finger fucking her as my tongue and fingers worked their magic on he... pussy again. I was so hard by this time that it was starting to hurt and knew I needed to cum. I pulled my fingers out of her and stood up.“Bend forward, palms against the shower wall,” I orderedOnce she was in position, I spread her cheeks and then took my cock, rubbing it over the opening of her pussy, just barely pushing it in, feeling her. I remembered back to my navy days, and a place in the north central part of the state, where a shipmate of mine lived, and told her we should look there. It was not like the Florida she was used to. It had lush rolling fields full of large thoroughbred horse farms, with big live oak trees. Ocala was the closest town and was a growing little city with enough social amenities, but still small enough to not have all the big city problems.After looking at several developments, we chose a gated golf. " How big. Tell him, bitch!" Paul demanded, smacking Dan's buttocks hard enough to stagger him forward several steps."Ten inches long," he moaned, regaining his balance with difficulty, "and three inches thick," he added, licking his lips fondly at the memory of trying to eat the monstrous piece of meat.Paul slapped his arse once more, saying; "that's right, ten-fucking-inches. You know where it's going too, don't you bitch? Get upstairs and wait for me!"Dan crawled, chastened, from the room. The feeling was unbelievable. I had never felt pleasure of this dizzying intensity. Every time she entered me, the pleasure grew. My cock was visibly leaking pre-cum at an incredible rate. Melissa rubbed her hand in the pool that had formed and brought her fingers to my mouth. “How does it feel?” she asked as she fucked me “Don’t stop.” She quickened her pace, fucking me hard and deep now. I wrapped my legs around her waist and greedily clawed at her sweaty back. I was getting close. I’d never.