Now a huge pool of Dave's and Miki's cum is pooling on my crotch. Our pubic hair looks as if it's covered in lotion. And I guess you could call it lot...on. As she rides me she grabs my hand from her tit and pulled a finger into her mouth. I know she's code then. So I grab the back of her head, pull her down and kiss her deep. I taste the cum in her mouth. As she starts to peak I pull her head to the side stick my finger in her mouth which she greedily sucks on. Dave who has been letting beside. John had gone past the point of worrying about his tingle and his every thought was in how his cock felt as he speared into his wife. He could feel her breathing heavily with her rising arousal making his ardour increase. He was breathing in synch with her as they quietly pushed and pulled against each other with perfect timing. They could both feel how turned on she was by the amount of moisture her vagina was producing as it was now dripping down onto his groin. ‘Hehehe.’ Slowly they noticed. Actually, I was using Tyrus’s erection to help me keep my balance. Despite my shame at being treated like such a slut, I was responding to the fingers massaging my uterus. I could feel my vagina dilate, deep inside, telegraphing the extent of my arousal. I stopped kissing and licking Tyrus’s cock, but continued to grasp it for balance. I was squatting and pushing back against the fingers buried deeply inside of me. I felt my climax approaching rapidly. “Oh fuck, Jim, he is going to make me. Les Murray said it was one of the best books of 2008, and I'm a fan of his.Murray, a poet born in 1938, had gone to University of Sydney. He's been declared an Australian "national treasure."My mobile rang. It was Rachel. "I'm going to hear a visiting poet read. You'll want to get here to hear him, too." Who is it?" Angus Sinclair from Wollongong." Really? I haven't seen him in – oh – 15 years." That's why I'm calling. I'll meet you in 20 minutes at the Cultural Centre, okay?" Right. I'll put.