He hooked Girl’s left leg, folded it across, and went for it.“NO!” Her.“Bullshit!” Him.Me? Got off my ass and stood stock straight as a sort...of citation to this ritual act of intercourse. The energy in that room was incredible.“Give it to me then, Tommy! You hit me, now fill me!”That did it. He locked up and loaded Katie-Girl. His sack pulsing like an airbag that an anesthesiologist employs. Do you know what I mean?Once he’d emptied inside my wife he gently brought her leg back over and. . On her second clap we cut to a shot of her already stripped to her underwear, in her living room. A nearly decorated but modest little room. The furniture pushed back against the walls to make as much space as possible in the middle of the floor, where she’s currently displaying herself.She’s a pretty slim lady, and she’s obviously looked after herself over the years, and though she lacks any muscle tone to talk of, and she’s carrying so little loose flesh, that she still looks pretty damned. I wanted to feel the fullness of him inside me longer. He grunted on top of me. ‘Oh god, oh god,’ He lifted himself up and looked down at me. The rapture in his face froze my heart. All I wanted to do was push him over the edge. I wanted to hear him cum screaming my name. He drove into me faster. My boobs bounced in tune with him. I reached up and pulled his face to mine and kissed him. I dropped my hands to his neck and felt him grunting. The bed was creaking with the force of our bodies. The. I was floored that she couldeven bend like that. "Years and years of yoga." she answered the unaskedquestion of how??? with a wink. We both wore standard plugs this time.The trip down to the convention center was largely the same as yesterday,and we saw some familiar characters on the way down in the procession ofkinksters filing in. I waved, and Claire curtseyed at some of the peoplewho had taken pictures of us yesterday, and they asked for additionalpictures again today. We both had our new.