Cal drove past the front of the County Building on his way to the public parking lot. As he expected, the demonstrators weren’t there because of the...rain.“Sunshine patriots—sunshine protestors,” Cal said to himself.He had to admit that the spur-of-the moment sneer was a bit unjustified. Overall, Wesley Ingram’s effort had been quite impressive. There were almost always at least a handful of volunteer protesters on patrol. Most of the college students went home for the summer. Cal wondered where. June 2007What caused it? Was there one action, one spoken word that gave birth to it? Or was it just the accumulation of a hundred small, almost imperceptible clues that had filtered slowly into my u*********s brain until finally it bubbled up as a conscious thought?Looking back now I can't say, all I can say is that sometime last June it was suddenly there. An idea rejected by me at first...shit, we'd been happily married for thirteen plus years...our sex life could only be described as. Then her belly with her pouch tightened up and started wiggling in time with her legs shaking and she was full out cumming I could see her muscles contracting and releasing all over her body . She said “oh my god cum!”cum right now!” I was stroking my cock for all its worth and this never happened to me before either I shot come in my own face in my hair all over the car window it was one of the best orgasm’s I ever had if not thee best she kept frigging her pussy for another minute. Then she. Soon after, I got off of Rodney and untied his wrists. I let him get on top while I propped up my head on three pillows. He seemed slightly nervous but I encouraged him to make the big step and actually FUCK ME. He got into missionary position and kissed my neck briefly. After that, he tried to find my pussy hole. It took him a little while to get it right. First he was pushing his dick against my clit, then my ass. I helped him guide his dick into my tightness. I maneuvered my hands between us.