With a great amount of effort I managed to push about 6 inches and stroke very casually.“Oh my FUCKING GOSH, THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!” she scre...med even as I took it slow.“You… like… this… dick… don’t… you… babe” I taunted her, each stroke continuing to push in 4”, then 5”, then 6”. And with babe I buried my cock balls deep and she let out a moan which turned into a scream.“Oh fuck yes…HARDER!...FASTER!” she yelled. I got my stroke up and started pulling out just to the base of my head and. I also asked if the story about her brother was true. She said it was not exactly true. However, it seemed to fit better than the real story. I asked what the real story was. She told me with her usually callousness."When my sister and I were teenagers we noticed that some of our panties were disappearing. We suspected my brother George. Our parents were planning an extensive trip to Europe that summer and Grandma would stay to supervise us. We told Grandma of the panties and she said she could. "Not real coffee," Tim waved him off. "But the good fake one." Guys!" The shout made Zane jump a bit. It was Myrna who had reappearedbehind him. "Before I forget. Go easy on Zane. Getting a replacement isalways a hassle." We are starting him on Samira and-" Tim started but broke off as Myrnahad already vanished again. After a resigning sigh, Tim turned to Zaneagain. "So, newbie, how much did Myrna tell you what we do here."The question made Zane flinch a little. "Nothing. I only know it is a. ..fuck....fuck... The force of his thrusts...the feeling of his wife's wet chamber...the sight of her white round ass flopping helplessly around beneath him...the pent up frustrations of his job, of his impotent attempts to even accomplish such a simple thing as impregnate his wife...all of these factors combined to force his cock further up inside his wife's body than he had ever gone before. And when, after a few fevered uncontrolled minutes of this rutting, he finally pushed himself.