What a choice. I had two wonderful spreads in front of me and no idea on which one to pick. On one hand I had the biggest, best looking plate of food ...'ve ever had in front of me. That crispy bacon, those fluffy pancakes, hot buttered eggs, and sausage cooked to perfection, but on the other hand I had the best, and by best I mean wettest, tightest, prettiest, and most delicious pussy I've ever tasted all dolled up and topped off with whip cream and a cherry right beside the food on the table, I. When you jump out of an airplane and haven’t pulled the ripcord to the parachute, yet, that can be a strained kind of situation.You wouldn’t think that sitting around a dining room table, eating pizza would be strained. Not seriously strained. I mean when it gets tense at Thanksgiving dinner because Uncle Frank is talking politics (again!) or Aunt Mary starts trying to get you to commit to a major course of study in college in botany (because she’s a botanist) that isn’t all that bad, really. I. "Secondly, you leaned over the table so far your breasts were against the table top. Always allow your breasts to swing free. Masters and spectators enjoy seeing your breasts bounce back and forth with each thrust. Thirdly, at the moment of entry, contract your vaginal lips as much as possible. This will make your even tighter and more enjoyable for the master. And fourth, thrust backward only slightly unless told otherwise. The master wants to know you want him deep within you, but too much. He pulled back out again, and he slammed down into me yet again. With a mighty throb, he exploded burst after burst of warm, wonderful come deep into me. Mmmm! “YES!” I moaned. “Yes, yes, yes, YES!!!” I was practically screaming my encouragement at him, as he repeatedly exploded, and I endlessly oozed. I knew myself once again to be the luckiest woman on the planet. He throbbed hard again, leaking a little more of his wonderful warm gooeyness deep into me. Dave was still throbbing deep.