It took half an hour just for him to work the head inside, and the was panting, breathless when he let her sit there, biceps barely flexed to hold wha... must have been her minute weight. "Oh gods..." was all she could manage to moan in our language, suddenly devolving into naked Elvin smut-talk, words that were somehow beautiful and lewd and the same time spilling from her lips. Sweat beaded on her brow as he began to pump into her, giving her only a tiny portion of his cock, gradually working. My husband came out of nowhere, naked, and jumped on the bed and buried his face in my snatch. He started to lick my snatch clean and was turning me on. After a minute he mounted me and started to fuck my gooey cunt and soon spewed his seed deep into my cunt. He collasped on the bed next to me. He asked me about the man I fucked earlier. I told him I did not get his name, I met him in the bar after work. I told my husband he was a short, fat, married man and I fucked him after talking to him. An aside crosses my mind at this juncture, so I’ll pose a question. Guys, why is it that a cold hand placed anywhere other than your ‘wedding tackle’ makes you shudder and complain. Placed on both himself and my balls it does tend to bring things to ‘full mast’ very, very quickly. Or maybe it’s just my anatomy that’s suspect? Answers on a postcard some other time!No matter, darling Mandy, pleased as she was at not just my readiness, but also my willingness to play was now giving me the pleasure. His father asked him three times what was wrong. Finally, the boy replied, "That preacher said he wanted us brought up in a Christian home, and I wanted to stay with you guys."I had been teaching my three-year old daughter, Caitlin, the Lord's Prayer for several evenings at bedtime. She would repeat after me the lines from the prayer. Finally, she decided to go solo. I listened with pride as she carefully enunciated each word, right up to the end of the prayer: "Lead us not into temptation,".