He was tongue fucking me like there was no tomorrow. I was writhing on the table like I was possessed. While his tongue felt great, what I wanted was ...is stiff cock in me. I couldn't wait any longer. "Oh David. Take me with that big cock now. Please !" "Anything the lady desires", he said. Well, the lady desires to be fucked, thank you very much.He stood up so that his cock was at the same height as my pussy. He gently eased my legs up and apart and with one smooth strong thrust, he was inside. There was once a balalaika player that I knew who did something quite similar. Wesley has built his pseudoscientific evidence structure around it because he could never accept himself as a medium. It’s a black art and he is a Christian. We can get a translator to work on the material when we get back but it could take years that you and I don’t have to construct the literal translation.”“It’s really just for us, isn’t it, Phillip?”“I suppose so. Margaret, my dear, Wilton told me in 1937 that. Please, I can help. Do you want to do something Saturday night, just us two?”“Sure. What did you want to do?”“Just come by next Saturday at 5:00pm.”“OK.”She hugged me and walked me to the door and I walked home, still in a funk.On Sunday, I played a round of golf with Patrick during the afternoon. That evening, I finally wrote in my journal after a week of being unable to do so. It helped some, but I still needed Jennifer. I decided to call her, though I knew we couldn’t talk long.“You aren’t. After the home audience had gottena good view of those undersized organs, the wives commanded theirpansies to commence sucking. The husband's gagged from revulsion,certainly not from the lengths of what they were forced to service. Atthe same time, they became overstimulated and ceded much of the limitedcontrol they had previously had.All at once they were suctioning furiously on what was in their pinklylip-glossed mouths. They were desperate to gain relief, to be pushedinto orgasms, but.