I often finger myself to the extremes and I could feel that I am losing all my bodily fluids in the form of orgasm and then lie on the bed for an hour...or so, just to regain all my energy back.I kept fingering myself slowly, trying to cum as long as I could. And when I finally emptied myself, I just collapsed on the bed. My fingers were all sticky, and salty and smelly of course. I have this weird habit of keeping my fingers in my mouth and tasting them as soon as I come. At first I didn’t like. "Spread your legs."As you do, I can see the wet patch between your thighs."Oh, I see what you've been up to, so turned on you couldn't wait!" I'm sorry, I know I should have waited but I liked how they make me feel…" Which is what exactly?" Sexy and secure." Well, seeing as you like them so much, you can keep them on while I punish you."(You are secretly relieved; spanking is one thing, but on a bare arse it leaves marks, which might be noticed in the gym.) Unfortunately, this is not the end of. I felt then, with absolute certainty, that my wife’s teasing of Tommy with those sexy looks was surely visual foreplay; she had made up her mind to fuck her first black dick tonight. As the momentum of their heated mating built, I quietly whispered to Tommy to get ready. When he dropped his slacks and shorts, I was impressed, to say the least. He was everything we'd always heard about black men and their endowments. His erect cock bobbed up and down almost a foot out in front of him (we later. She became the talk of the nation in 1953 when she rose in the Colorado Senate as a guest speaker and rattled off the essential guts of a detailed plan for a revamped elderly care plan for the state and declared that she, one of the elderly herself, was going to stand at the podium until everyone in the assembly stopped talking about what they could do and started doing something. The Senate roared with laughter at her audacity, not to speak of the seasoned rancher’s wife expression that were.