An inbound train went by. She laughed to herself at how anyone on the train looking in the right place at the right time would have seen them. The ris... of sex in public turned her on, but she forced herself to be quiet.Apparently her lover felt the same way, because he increased the speed and strength of his thrusting. She heard his breathing grow heavier and faster as he plowed in and out of her, and her breath rose with his, sensing he was getting close. She bent over a bit more, allowing him. As I lie on the couch rubbing my stinging, crimson bottom, I decide to handle hottie husband’s ass play with a little more sensitivity in the future.~~~A couple of weeks go by with us plugging each other daily. We wear our plugs a little longer each day. According to our research, this is called, “Ass Training.” I giggle a lot when I think about this new adventure of ours. Of course, we feel very intimate and frisky with each other, experiencing these new things together.And trust me, the. If I had a lighter, I’d try to make a fire, or maybe smoke what might very well be my last cigarette. But I don’t so fuck that. I guess a little back story is in order. You might wonder, who the fuck is this dude and why is he rambling about being a zombie? For all you know, I might be an escaped mental patient who’s whacked out on drugs. I’m not. You’ll have to take my word on that. My name is Eli Rommel Etienne. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, kind of chubby and dark-skinned, but. She was stunning. The changes that giving birth had wrought to her body added to beauty, giving her voluptuousness that I sorely lacked. Lush hips and ripe breasts that accented her still slender waist reminded me that my body was still that of a young girl. She’d worked hard to keep herself looking fit, and it showed. Her creamy complexion was accented by the black lace panties and bra as well as her choice of makeup; cherry red lipstick and dark mascara and lashes. She’d gathered her hair.