So, I walked into our home to find my husband of about five years, my soulmate, in bed with our neighbor. He was on his back and she was riding him an... screaming at the top of her lungs. He was loudly encouraging her with his hands on her hips as his hips were driving up into her.”“I just stood and watched for a few seconds and then took out my phone and started to record a video. Finally after several minute, I was starting to feel sick so I coughed and said “Honey, I’m home!” from the bedroom. As I thought about what I had instinctively done, I realised that I wanted to feel what he was feeling, share the anal onslaught with my gorgeous boyfriend. I fired a messy, inaccurate salvo of lubricant over my lower back and smeared it between my buttocks, before hopelessly trying to jam the vibrator inside my arse. I’d never done it before and it was impossible as my bum thrust back and forth as I fucked Martin. I paused but still found it surprisingly difficult to penetrate my arse. It was. Her robe spread even further apart and so did her legs, she wanted this.He rubbed her with more pressure and bent down to kiss her thigh and he could smell her scent. He pressed his finger deeper and her pussy easily succumbed, with a swift rip Paul removed his wife underwear and started to push further in. He started a rhythm and he added his tongue to her clit – this only made Helen more vocal and she moaned every time he inserted his fingers inside of her.He was sucking, licking and finger. "First off, I'm no where near ready to give up that position myself. And I don't expect to for another thirty or forty years. Sappho actually lived to be a hundred and thirty. I think the power had much to do with that. The longer that I put off transferring that power, the longer I live personally. I only expected to pass on the power should it become clear to me that my time was short. I'm only thirty now. So we really are talking about a life long commitment on your part. And there's no.