She responds by squeezing herder, and I fuck her harder and deeper. Jennifer starts moaning louder and louder, and I know she is about to have an ear...h-shattering orgasm. I feel her pussy starting to spasm, and watch her legs start to shake and try to break free. Her body shakes uncontrollably, as I fuck her harder through her orgasm. I don't slow down at all, and pound her repeatedly. "God baby, your pussy is so tight, I'm going to fill it up with my cum. Are you ready my cumslut?" She. I was sorry that our so wonderful, sexually so fulfilled and rewarding affair would end. I was relieved that Erika had suspected nothing. I also believed that my affair with Helen had not changed our marital relationship for the worse. I had no wish to confess my trespass and inflict hurt.However, listening to Helen’s description of her marriage made me feel very uneasy about its future.At first, I had not taken Helen’s claim that Rilke’s Der Panther and my reading and suggestive interpretation. I opened the top and peered in. I was right! Ice cubes!We both have a thing about cold. One of Mum's favourite things is to have a choc ice pushed into her pussy (You see; we DO share some words, friends from the US!) and for me to slowly nibble it down to her belly and when I get there, to lick the (by then) melted chocolate and clean her skin. This does wonderful things for me as well, but I like my pussy, belly, upper thighs and tits to be smeared with ice cream and then for it all to licked. I indeed commended him for it and even had to shed tears because that resistance came from love. I failed to speed up or slow down my thrusts; I just kept it consistent for him as I knew he'd love it, even more, that way. Oddly enough, as I began giving him head, I suddenly felt drenched in sweat, rather than it happening when I gave his handjob. With his hands also on my head, being in his shadow, and the slight stage fright, I could only conclude it came from emotional and physical tolls,.