Eventually the feeling of being constantly filled with my flesh managed to give her another orgasm and then a few more little jitters as she continued...to ride me down to a pleasant buzz.I let my slippery penis, still rigid, plough up along the cleft of her buttocks over the sensitive little bead of her anus and leave a trail of her juice glittering in the moonlight. She twitched at the feeling and had to spin around underneath me, her face beaming up at me with happy greeting.We spent ages,. I give a small sigh of happiness when I hear her cries of pleasure. At the same time I am a little concerned over the level of noise. The last thing I want is for my wife to come by to investigate and to catch them. I nuzzle her breasts once more and then take a hard nipple into my mouth and suck while pulling my head back. I love the feel of her tits between my lips and tongue. As I pull further back the nipple slips out of my mouth with an audible 'pop'. I take a second to admire the spit. He sensed something different about the way she was acting from the minute he arrived at her home, even though the minute he got there, she’d dragged him into her bedroom and into bed. What had followed was the wildest sex he’d ever had with her: ********** ‘Yes!!!! Yes!!! Oh, God!!! Ye!!!’ Yvonne cried while he slammed into her, bashing her against the mattress with powerful thrusts of his hips. She was acting like she never had sex before today. ‘I can’t wait!!! I can’t wait!!!’ she cried.. This night, I was horny, and my wife was understandably tired and eight months along, and not in any mood for sex. Although I was excited about becoming a father again in less than a month, I was frustrated. I was horny and riled up with too much sexual energy to just fall asleep. As I lay there, eyes closed, I started to fantasize about my earlier days, back in my late teens, when I was almost as frustrated sexually as I was this evening.I had a "girlfriend" at that time, and she was.