In other words, after he had indulged his tongue deep into my wife’s pussy, his lips and teeth on her long hard nipples, and his plump cock easing r...ythmically to begin with, building to a crescendo over hours rather than minutes, until she was enjoying every thrust from the deepest and hardest prolonged fucking of her life. They paused only between her orgasms which grew with intensity as the night moved on. Even when sleep overwhelmed them, it was laced with sex. My wife woke after a short. I was a shy child, easily embarrassed and with a healthy sense of shame that Mommy happily exploited at every opportunity. When I reached puberty, her covertly sexual remarks mixed with her snapping at me unpredictably, made our constant contact very stressful for me. After giving me the cold shoulder for days following some perceived wrong, she would suddenly laugh and tell me to, ?lighten up!? after watching me wallow in the misery she created. Despite how anxious or sickly guilty I felt. Steve had a beautifully muscled body, in its own way just as perfect as Kyle’s; and his cock, which was almost, but not quite as big as Kyle’s own formidable tool, was also by now rock-hard; and free as it now was from the restraining confines of those tight shorts was more or less in direct confrontation with Kyle’s own freshly discharged cannon.The huge veins which coursed the surface of Steve’s magnificent tool seemed almost to be tearing at some imaginary lead in much the same was as a dog. ’ ‘I thought all your questions were pointed,’ Trish said. ‘I’m sure it seems that way,’ He agreed. After it was all explained to Trish, Helen brought out a bottle of wine. Peter stayed with coffee while the women began to relax. ‘So I hear you interviewed Louise Adair. What was she like?’ Helen asked after the wine bottle was half gone. Trish looked at Peter, he shook his head just a little. It was to reassure her that he hadn’t told Helen any secrets. Helen could tell she had hit an.