They were an old couple. Familiar with each other, and also refamiliarizing. In the past, particularly in their early days, just talking like that wou...d get Joe hard and Cheryl wet. This was different. It warmed their souls rather than their genitals. Stopping didn’t mean urgent fucking. Instead of dashing into the motel bed, they had dinner and walked. When it was time, when it was night and time for bed, only then did it become about sex. Again without urgency. Slow and loving. More. The facility in concern here is "US Reeducation FacilityNumber 3," The term "Stepfordville" is the unofficial, term for theseplaces, a word that is only whispered in conversation. It refers somewhatto the title of the old movie where all wives were turned into hyper-feminine subservient automatons or, it can also be thought of through oldblack and white vintage television reruns where every family show hadthat type of prim and proper, doting vintage housewife. The effect ofincarceration in one. Inside was a diamond tennis bracelet. I was stunned to see it and knew it had to be expensive. I then noticed inside was a little card and I read it, folded it and put it into my pocket. I didnt share it with anyone but inside it said, My love, Friday you are invited to a very private birthday celebration so keep your afternoon and evening clear. I hugged Scott as hard as I could and was so stunned by his gift and almost didnt notice the look of concern on my parents faces. We all hung out a. I wasn’t moving slowly nor pounding in her pussy but seemed to have found a medium speed of lovemaking to really pleasure her. How I held back my own orgasm I don’t really know. I brought my love to two more orgasms, each stronger than the previous. I loved watching and feeling Kelly cum as much as my own release. As I stared into her eyes, there was still an afterglow from the sunset; the looks in her eyes and on her face were a marvel to watch. She would stare into my eyes. I seemed to hit a.