I have the purse still by me--a large one, made of red silk." And," asked the abbe, "is M. Morrel still alive?" Yes," replied Caderousse."In that case..." replied the abbe, "he should be rich, happy."Caderousse smiled bitterly. "Yes, happy as myself," said he."What! M. Morrel unhappy?" exclaimed the abbe."He is reduced almost to the last extremity--nay, he is almost at the point of dishonor." How?" Yes," continued Caderousse, "so it is; after five and twenty years of labor, after having acquired. I continued to grind on her, her beautiful tits rubbing into my chest. Her hot lips kissing me, and her husband watching me. She came again and again. And finally milked a load of cum from me. We rested and chatted for a while. Laying next to each other. Our hands never leaving one another. And soon her mouth was on me, and I was hard again. This time she climbed on top. And rode me for over 45 minutes. She had soaked the bed, and I held off as long as I could. But finally blew my 2nd load into. ...it had a covering that held a mini-vibrator snugly against her. It had a control that varied what she was about to experience and I was "asked" to be in charge of that.....(WOW)! She wore it as she "freshened-up" a little and put on more perfume. Then she seemed to take forever lighting several candles she had brought to set the mood.....We cuddled and the kisses were long and deep and I could feel her trying hard to get me to enter her. The butterfly turned on and off as I tried to maintain. I could see on her face she was at the fine line of being excited and wanting to continue, and fear and wanting to stop. She continued to watch herself through the phone before pressing the red record button and placing her hand back on the table. The timer on the phone began to climb.I raise my hand up and placed the entire palm of my hand on her neck before my hand began to slide down her skin to her open shirt. She closed her eyes and said "oh god', while I slid my hand between her shirt and.