The window? Not a chance. I might make the bathroom, but could I get the door closed in time? And what then? He would be able to break in easily. He ...urned to the bed and peeled back the bedspread and sheet, then faced me and continued assaulting me with those eyes. Again, he seemed more interested in my face than in any of my other features. He seemed to try to speak again, but something seemed wrong. Either he couldn’t find the words he wanted, or he lacked the ability of speech. Was he. My soft hands are under my tank top plumping my small breast and tweaking my tender nipples. I pinch a little harder on one and cry out softly. Maybe this is what I need. A release could be enough to free my mind from your hold. The music is still sensual and pumping through the speakers. The bass line hits so hard I can feel it in my sensitive center. Looking at my glass of wine I pop my feet up on the ottoman and raise my hips. I skip my tiny shorts over my hips and off my beautiful. Simon squealed in utter bliss when after onlythree violent thrusts he felt the release he'd been so desperate forduring the past several days.Time stood still. But his sissy cock continued to spasm and pump thecontents of his nugget sac deep into his precious Miss Linda's netherpussy. It continued to spasm and pump -- five -- ten -- fifteen --glorious times! Had he lost count? He wasn't even counting! It was aflood of monumental proportions -- just as Mistress Melissa hadpredicted. He. I tried to apologize to her, but she kept ignoring me all day. Then my friend Cher called me to apologize again. I yelled at him and said that he has fucked up my marriage. He kept apologizing and apologizing. I honestly wished my wife would let us both fuck her. I don’t know why, but it makes me hard whenever I imagine Cher fucking her. Of course I’m not gay, but it just feel so good to see your friend inserting is hard penis inside your delicious wife. Who wouldn’t want to share delicious.