Her breathing came in gasps and he was grunting with each hard deep thrust into her.I came twice watching them fuck. Martin came too, but my wife didn...t. She never did, but she was a good fuck anyway. If you're beautiful enough, it really doesn't matter if you're totally into it or now, just the beautiful body can be enough to get a man off.We set up a meeting with him the following week. Martin gave me his phone number and was eager to continue our relationship. We took to meeting up with him. He then knelt on it and closed his eyes while his arms rested on his legs, the palms of his hands touching his knees. He then started bowing down low with his forehead touching the Path every time. Whispered words of reverence came out of his mouth in the tongue of God which they no longer used, but kept handing it down as holy passages, from mouth to mouth, generation to generation.Though he could not understand what the words were saying, he could feel their perfection rippling through the. After a while, when I couldn’t stand him touch my clitty anymore, certain that he had left bruises all over my hips and shoulders, having clung to them desperately, he had finally let out that last groan of pleasure, which told me that he had cum. I couldn’t feel his dick throbbing or squirting. ‘Fuck, Nikkie! That was good!’ he said and all I could do was moan agreement. I vaguely remember him pulling the comforter off the floor and throwing it over us, and then we were both asleep. As I am. As we got more involved in our lovemaking, thequilt slipped even more, and every time it moved Emmawould pull it back up, vainly trying to keep it over us,but eventually it fell off completely.I expected Emma to stop then, and pull it back on, butinstead she just continued thrusting backwards againstme, trying to pull my cock deeper into her with everythrust. By now we were both making some noise, not toomuch, as we were both aware of John’s presence. I canonly think that Emma had her.