Tom's breathing was becoming as frenziedas his thrusting. Everything was increasing at once, and I becamemore afraid not knowing where this building p...essure would end. Iwanted to run, but also wanted to know.Tom began to swear. At first low, then building, but in athreatening tone. "You fucker…Oh you little fucker…Ungh...youfuck". He cursed me even as he dug his fingers in, big handspainfully pulling my hips to his groin. "UHH…fuck..unngh…youfuckerrrrr" he growled. At the same time, I felt his. They were happily married for over full decade before Amanda caught him in his office with the receptionist under the desk with his cock in her pretty black lipstick mouth sucking so hard that you could hear the slurping down the narrow hallway. She stood in the doorway a long time because they were both so engrossed in their sinful activities that they didn't even notice her standing there. She could never forget her husband's word,"That's it honey, right there. My silly wife doesn't have any. It was an uneventful flight and trip to the hotel. She checked in and after unpacking a bit, decided to get her swimsuit on and go to the hot tub to relax after all the travel. It was a modest one-piece, in black and white. A pair of soccer shorts and a tee shirt when on over to walk down the hall to the pool room. She was pleased to see that she had the pool to herself. As she slid in, she thought of the times she made love to her husband in their old hot tub. She missed the old house they. She responded well enough to his touch, proving tactile sensitively remained, and her right nipple hardened just as quickly and arousingly as her left. What truly amazed him though was that buried beneath all that tortured landscape was an efficiently functioning woman. He’d never had such an intense–and intensely enjoyable– sexual encounter. ‘Yes,’ she said. He blinked, confused. ‘Yes, what?’ ‘You were wondering if my ovaries are there, and the answer is yes. Fully functional in fact. As.