Brushing her nipples, he continued with his lips around her erect nipple, his tongue toying with the stiffness. She reached round, grabbing his buttoc...s pulling him close, indicating that the foreplay was done. Guiding his member with his right hand into her wet love cave she moaned deeply as he began a rhythmic thrust into her. Her knees graced his backside as he lunged his manhood deeper into her soaking delight. His sack pounded against her as he increased his speed and intensity. Her arms. " So many sayings,the course was set.He stood up and went to the window.He looked out at the rain and the traffic moving slowly along the main road,outside the gates of the Monastery.He stared at the gates as if wanting his miscreants to come quicker.His thoughts led him to be aroused and he took another deep breath but his erection stayed ,caused this time by the appearance of the two teenagers.They walked inside the large old gates St. Gabriel's Monastery.They knew what lay ahead,they had. By now my wife had her eyes closed again and didn't seem to be aware that the lighting had her fully exposed not only to the stranger but also the other men that had gathered around to watch.I again took advantage of the opportunity to unbutton my wife's blouse and expose her DD's to an assult with my hands and mouth. She must have been enjoying the gropping because she never resisted.Now the stranger guided my wife forward to the last row of seats and gently bent her over one of the padded. Lady Eileen in Belfast is just the opposite—tiny, very estrogen filled, and feminine. Eileen ties me up and blindfolds me, and then teases me with her Irish brogue. ?So you want an orgasm do ye? I can imagine. Ye filthy broth of a boy!? Then I feel a sharp pain on my balls! This means that Eileen has gotten her tri-stranded hand whip?each strand has five tinier strands, each with a child’s jacks on the end.As I’m thrashed with this instrument, the jacks sting my crotch, and sometimes I burst.