Weena glanced at it an gasped."Can we afford this?" 'Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.'" Who's that?" Oscar Wild...." Boy! You really read a lot." I'd take a book with me when doing fieldwork. And several when flying about. I really read a great deal. Everything from mysteries to Shakespeare. And you, my pretty, are now my victim!"Weena giggled. I had to help her down the stairs. A few minutes later we were home."I'm horny," she said."Hold that thought while. He kissed it. When her breathing was steady again Dave stretched out beside her. ‘When you changed into your new outfit,’ he said, ‘you were wearing some blue lingerie. Could you tell me about it?’ ‘Yes,’ she said, surprised at the question. ‘I bought it after a nasty confrontation with my mother. She’s shouted at me and she called names, and said I was plain, and – I just wanted to feel desirable and nice and I went and bought it. It was really beautiful then. And I didn’t know if you wanted. I felt the swollen nob of my cock slide to the fringes of her entrance, then felt the slight pop as it slid again into the inner sanctum of her womb. The slapping of our flesh smacked loudly into the night, and the flush and sweat of our sex made us truly one flesh. The volcano I knew was cumming began to build in my scrotum, tingled through my sphincter, and drew a burning heat from every point in my body. Della continued to buck against me, her face flushed and intense with passion. She began. I muttered something that resembled, “oh fuck,” as Monica closed her eyes and reached a hand back to grab the wooden headboard above her head. My thumb continuing to stroke her clit hard and fast, I pulled back out and slammed my cock in, the entire 8 inches engulfed by her hungry snatch. She seemed to be losing all control as her convulsions started at her waist and worked down to her knees. Her hand turned pale as she gripped the headboard with all the strength she could muster. Her head.