Karen screamed no, not in my ass again, she was crying.I held her down and pulled my cock from my shorts, rubbing the head against her wet pussy lips ...nd her butt. I parted her legs with my foot and Karen resisted, crying, No!I jammed my cock into her cunt as hard as I could and pushed it home as deep as I could. My belly bumped her ass with each thrust into her tight pussy. In this position she was even tighter than normal. I shoved my hands up her tube top to maul her breasts and handle them. C, and she flinched. Hell! This was turning into an obstacle course of the worst sort. Nevertheless, I persisted, and she finally fell into line. It was almost that bad when I started to rub her breasts. They were fairly large C cups, and I could feel her nipples down under all of that cloth. Things were looking up because her nipples had started to take an interest in the proceedings.Mrs. C actually started breathing hard, and it looked to me like it was time to make a bold move. I slid my. I’m wicked with him, flicking my tongue against that one spot that makes men weak. He drips pre-cum, I run my tongue over his head and suck gently on it. He groans out, trembling. He can’t see me, but his head is looking towards me, wanting to. I take him all into my mouth, and suck deeper on him. He pulls at his ties, wanting to be set free. “Fuck, Mistress!” He growls, and rolls his hips, allowing me to take him deeper. I do for a while, before taking him out of my mouth. I come back up, and. The RetreatHelen awakened to lie there thinking as she listened to the deep breathing of her sister-wives and husband. A smile touched her lips when she remembered their lovemaking earlier in the night. As she moved, she felt the wetness seeping out of her well-used pussy. While she had been out, one of her sister-wives had apparently decided to leave a hand towel tucked between Helen’s legs, but it had slipped while she slept and wasn’t doing a lot of good just now. It didn’t make any real.