I was ready to cum and I could feel Terry slamming back. She was whispering “now baby now I’m cummin I’m cummin!” “Damn” I yelled and expl...ded, shooting cum deep inside her wet pussy to mix with her sticky juices. After catching my breath I slid out of my wife and rolled over on my side. I watched our love juice run down the crack of Terry’s ass and drip onto the sheets. I blinked and the next thing I knew it was morning. Everything went fine for the rest of the week. New Years Eve rolled. .."If you want my cock, you slut, you have to beg me for it." This must have turned her on more, because she started jerking me off faster. "PLEASE!" she moaned. "I want to feel your huge cock deep in me. I beg you. Fuck me like a whore." I obliged.I bought my mouth close to her ear...nibbled on her earlobe and brought my other hand to her tit and squeezed hard on her nipple and said..."You want to be treated like a whore? You got it." I pressed her hard against the bookshelf. Hard enough to. »You will receive then strokes whilst you remember the holy commandments!«, that is the verdict! Damm it - just for being sexy? And as he ponders my snow-white bottom, tautly stretched and vulnerable bare I'm sure that my shaven mouse peeps out of the crack and my bottom rose is in beautiful view! Then he hits me, but not as hard as I had expected. The second blow is even softer, and by the stroke number seven the punishment is decreasing into a mere caress that makes my extremely horny. I can. Vitelli froze in mid-step and stared, unbelieving, at the two figures holding hands, standing side by side on the altar of the small chapel. There were only the three of them there in the gloom. Vitelli spun around when the front door he had arrogantly left standing ajar slammed shut. The room reverberated with the sound. The interior gloom intensified. He could barely make out the walls of the small chapel, scarcely three strides to either side. The darkness seemed to close in around him,.