The strength of your thighs, hiding your pubic beauty are enough to write biblical epigrams about for the ‘Son of Songs’. That’s the way that yo... are.’ Her voice was soft and almost very far away, as she said: ‘Then why doesn’t he want me? After the way that I offered myself, my physical self, my allegiance? After the way I offered, asked even to be his sex slave? Why?’ ‘I don’t think that it’s an understatement to say that your husband is acting out of confusion. It’s not unusual for a person,. I did as he asked and kept it still, though it took all of the self control I had. I squeezed my pussy muscles around my finger, but all I wanted to do was thrust. He would not let me.“God, that is so hot, baby, I’m so wet for you. Please let me fuck myself,” I heard myself begging. Even though I knew he could not hear me, begging turned me on even more, made me feel more helpless.“Good girl. You like doing what I tell you, don’t you?” he asked. “Now be a good girl for me and pull your finger. Ahhhh yaaaahhh ... drive it baby ... drive it all the way home." She was breathing hard and gasping out her words as well. "I'm almost there ... awwwwwh yaaaahhh ... yaaaahhh..."I was plunging into her at a frantic pace I knew I couldn't sustain. It was almost over for me and I could only hope that she would finish before I did. As it happened, we exploded almost at the same instant my cock began to swell and Dana's pussy began to contract. There was nothing to control any more. We just let go. ”When I turned, I looked down at Debra. All she has on, is this see-through sleep shirt and it only comes to her hips.“Lucien! Leslie is holding up a sheet of paper. What does it say?”“It’s a phone number and she’s holding up her cellphone. Put this number in my phone as I call it out. We may have us a little selfie tug of war here, if she’s brave enough.”“OK, I have it. Let me send a pic of you in your boxers.”“She’s laughing and looking at her phone. Stand up so she can see you.”“Lucien! I’m.