Perhaps for an instant I did pass out. But not for long enough, notlong enough to save me from the continuing self-rape. I had his cock fillingme?pene...rating me?impaling me?but he wanted more?he wanted, NEEDED to be riddento a climax. His handslapped me hard across the ass?once?twice?3 times? before I responded by risingand lowering myself onto him. Gently, so gently at first.Up?down?feeling his shaft rubbing against my dry insides?butgetting less dry as the blood from the ripped membrane added. Imagine being that grateful to a woman you've chosen to fuck your husband. She's just one of the many women I have to thank for the experiences that have helped me grow more comfortable with myself. Mrs. Malibu is another. She was the first gift I gave to my own husband. Thank you, Barbie. I can't imagine a better choice." Stunned silence now. Exactly the effect I had hoped for. Barbie seems the most stunned, but she smiles and nods. It's time to change the mood. "I apologize for the. He finally noticed and muttered to himself, ‘For fuck’s sake, this is proving to be more trouble than it’s probably worth.’ He looked at me quickly and continued scrolling through my contacts, and asked, ‘What’s his number?’ Cody and Liv stared at me. I knew it, but I was hardly about to tell him. ‘Why would we tell you, Harry?’ He stopped scrolling and looked up at me. I continued, ‘You’re just gonna shoot us.’ He had no response. Except to headbutt me and tackle me into the mud and start. She imagined his tongue on her body licking her making her cum. She imagined him between her legs making love filling her with his spunk. They made love not once or twice a week like most couples but four, five sometimes as many as six times in a night. Tonight was no different. She had always enjoyed sex but somehow here in Africa she needed it more than ever. Louise put it down to the climate. The next morning they made love again before David left for work and she dressed in her bikini ready.