”“Hand me your cellphone and I’ll record it.”“My cellphone doesn’t have that capability. It’s just a cheap one.”“Let me see it. I ma... be able to download an app... Oh, here it is, you already have one on here.... “Spread your knees wide, I’m going to position your phone beneath your body so we can record my cock entering your pussy.”“Lucien, you’re making me so excited ... I may not be able to let you fuck me like this.”“Just be patient, if you’ll let this happen, I’d love to come back soon so. After my workout session, I left it too late to shower and change, because the gym was closing, so I just grabbed my bag and left the lockerroom. As I ran to my parked car, it was bucketting with rain, a REALLY hard down pour so once I was in my car I pulled off my soaked T-shirt, and was left only wearing my gym shorts while I drove away. At the end of the street was this HOT GUY thumbing a ride, he was wearing jeans, T-shirt and flip flops that was soaked through. I stopped and offered him a. I wiggled closer and lifted his head and rested it in my lap. His arms went round me and pulled my tummy tighter to his face, he kissed it."Ready James?" Don asked positioning himself between my husband's slightly parted legs. He was holding his condom covered cock about horizontal to the bed. It was nearly touching James bum."Yes Don" James said as I felt his grip tighten on the flesh on my hips just above my buttocks.It really was an incredible sight to watch Don move the tip of his cock. “No! no! no!” she screamed. “This is all wrong! I want to go home!” She tried again to get up, but her lower half did not respond: she could not feel it there at all. “What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I move?” she pleaded, desperately.“Daphne,” said the woman, “when you had your accident, you were badly hurt. Your lower half was crushed between the car and the wall of the Opera House. Your pelvis was destroyed, and all the internal organs in your lower half. You were on what used to be called.