I have to say I did honestly cum again because David definitely knows how to pound on my g-spot.As David shot his load into me Adams cock was rock har... again. I laid his cock back on his stomach and licked it up and down from his balls to its tip. I was in heaven. I wasn't even sore, numb or tired. All I wanted to do is continue to fuck. I had assumed one good fuck with Adam and my husband and I'd be ready for something to eat. Not the case—I wanted more cock! I just wanted to fuck! I crawled. You have to explain yourself, and the explanation better be good, or there could be punishment.”I remembered the last time we had this discussion, when we established my “crawdad” safeword, I had wondered what that meant. Now I knew. “So if I use one of my safe-symbols to stop you whipping me, and you’re not happy with the reason, you might whip me?”“Well, yes, that could be a punishment. Or it could be something else. Like denial of orgasm or making you wear something really uncomfortable,. I could see Bobby’s cock throbbing as he grabbed his wife’s face and guided her mouth over his swollen shaft. “Suck it, Ellen. Suck it!” he shouted. She greedily started sucking her husband’s cock while I began to thrust mine in and out of her hot pussy. I started with a slow rhythm at first, then gradually built momentum and intensity while she eagerly sucked Bobby’s dick. She rapidly bobbed her head up and down on his shaft as I increased the tempo of pumping my dick in and out of her. . "Looks like you're in the driving seat now. Do you know where we're going, you minx?" Oh yes, and I know who's going with me" she hummed the old song as she turned the key and glided back onto the glittering road.Pamplona was a sea of white and red, occasional splashes of green only serving to accentuate the dominance of the brilliant contrasts. The entire population sported the classic whites with jauntily set scarlet bandanas and cummerbunds. It was 3pm and already parks and even grassy.