He started to breathe kind of heavily. As he shot out his hot, sticky load, she let out a little moan. She ducked down to keep from being seen and whe... she came back up, he was gone. Jasmine decided to go back to her house and finish the job Jason had started for her.As Jasmine layed down on the bed, she reached up under the bed and pulled out her pink, glittery, 6 in. dildo. She slowly teased herself with it, before sliding it in. She gasped a little as it entered her, only two inches though.. I start to really enjoy the sensation of being fucked in the ass by my wife and start to move my hips to take it all. She is really enjoying fucking me and tells me so as I'm breathing heavier and moving my hips with her.Now she wants to untie me and move me over to the small couch in the room. She walks around in front of me with her dildo cock hanging out for me to see as she unties me from the table and pulls me over to the couch. She forces me down over the arm of the couch so my ass is. "I looked at her. I leaned over, looked into her face, and stared at her. She didn't say anything for quite a while. I just sat there looking at her with a smile on my face. "That was amazing. I'm so not kidding. It was incredibly amazing. I'm not lying. I wasn't expecting that. But um, well, you know, well, nobody can know about this. You know that, right?" I finally said.Caitlin leaned over. She looked into my eyes. I was staring at that adorable little mouth. I was looking at the freckles. But not brainwashing, not endless theories instead of endless slave-work, it was her back that should be scourged and bathed in sweat, not brain! ?-- But you don't look too muscled, -- dared she to interrupt her lecturer. -- You look just feminine.-- Right, -- suddenly laughed the Lady, --- we call it a hormonal Renaissance. When you stop being a rowing machine and start again being a female, still not losing your addiction to permanent endurance and physical exhaustion, you choose a slighter.