I felt a burst of cum shooting into her. Her muscles squeezing me tightly in climax. Still coming. I was like molten lava inside of her. Making her sh...ver as she indulged in it. Liking it inside of her. She sighed softly, " aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh...aaaaaaaaahhhhhh," as the last of her spasms ended. One more thrust, one more burst and it would be over for me. She was beginning to relax around me. She tensed feeling one last burst from me. I was breathing slowly. Catching my breath. She felt my breath. I felt that my cock was going to explode as I pushed her lips apart, slowly licking up and down her slit. Joyce was very willing, parting her legs as wide open as she could as I moved on to her clit. This wasn’t going to take long as she buck and wriggled under me, then pulling me hard in to her crotch as she came.Moaning loudly as my tongue touched her clit I felt a wetness come from inside, frantically darting deep inside I tasted her warm sweet juice on my tongue. Joyce’s orgasm subsided as. "What the hell. Let's have some fun." And I went to the backyard where we had that animal tied. Bringing him back, I said, standing him beside the bed, seeing ourselves with the donkey in a set of mirrors we had around our bed to look at ourselves, "Play with his dong, Luce. Have fun with his dong awhile."She looked at me but only for a second. It was a suggestion she wanted to hear. And she rolled to the edge of the bed, went under him with a hand and began creasing his dick's tip. It wasn't. Ben kneaded his forehead wearily. ‘Shit,’ he muttered. ‘I’ll talk to him tomorrow.’ Elle nodded, leaving the decision to him. ‘When do you think it’s best for a person to get therapy?’ he asked. She frowned. ‘Who needs therapy?’ ‘It’s Karen. She seems depressed,’ he replied and sighed. ‘I don’t know… it’s just… something’s off.’ ‘It doesn’t hurt to ask her if she wants to go,’ she said. ‘You can take her to see a doctor for a checkup.’ Ben rubbed the back of his neck. ‘Maybe I’ll talk to her.