A surprised expression suddenly appeared on his face. His eyes focused on the rope around my neck, and then followed it up to the heavy metal eyebolt ...n the ceiling. ?Damn!? he muttered, turning his head around to look back at my wife. ?Are you both crazy or something???Absolutely,? Gerry said. ?What happens if he dies while we’re fucking???The police will arrest us.??We’ll be accused of murder, won’t we?? ?Probably,? she said. ?It makes my pussy wet just thinking about it.? ?Shit!? Tony. Hands gripping my wife's hips. His dark tan lines highlighted the whiteness of his ass as his buttock's muscles tightened and flexed with each forward thrust. His balls swung obscenely back and forth as he slid his cock in an out of her. They were oblivious to my presence. In the mirror above the counter I could see my wife's face twisted in concentration. Her eyes closed, her breast swinging in rhythm to the steady stream of breathless grunts and moans that escaped her slightly parted lips.. The sensation caused her to moan loudly, as she enjoyed the feeling of being stretchedI liked how it felt to have her glove-tight pussy wrapped ‘round me, and the look on her face as her hair hung down was quite a sight. Her pace after just a minute began to pick up. Shit it felt good. After a bit, I began to push up into her. My pet leaned forward, placing her hands on my shoulders. I rewarded that by massaging her breasts and of course, teasing those wonderful nipples. Shifting my hands. " As it did her. And, with reservations, I approve as well. Let me talk about those reservations. Kirsten's father likes you. I like you. You seem like a nice, intelligent young man. Mr. Kennedy was wary for a while about the violence that seems to be surrounding you of late, but I talked with your mother, and Kirsten and I eventually convinced him that recent events are atypical for you. We also pointed out the fact that a boy able to defeat four other boys simultaneously, all around his own.