I had to grab the edge of the window pane to keep myself from losing my balance and falling. It took my legs a good couple of minutes to stop shaking ...nough to stand all the way back up and by the time I looked back through the window, Matt was stroking his cock again looking ready to shoot another load. I couldn't take it so I sat on the ground, leaned against the garage wall and worked furiously on my pussy. This time I stuck in two fingers and fucked myself, adding another finger every. He reached down and gripped my hard penis, rubbing this cum into my hard flesh as he stroked me. I moaned at the feeling, and warned him,“I climax but don’t have anything cum out, and I am about to right noooooooowwwwwww!!!!”My body quivered and shook as I orgasmed from his touch. I had never been able to touch myself and make it feel that good.I was out of breath, and he had regained his fat erection, he reached down below my balls and with a cum wet finger, he penetrated my ass with a hard. Deep brown eyes to match his hair colouring, beautiful smile, and a goatee. I loved goatees. I’d often asked my husband to grow one, but he always refused as he didn't like them. Guess it didn't matter what I liked. “I really haven't done anything except look in a few shops,” I told Mr Goatee. “But I’ve enjoyed what little I’ve done and seen so far.” I smiled at him. “Are you alone?” he asked. “No, my husband is with me.” “I see.” “He’s off exploring, finding what and where he can have fun.”. Few sights seem so attractive and so expressive of the quality of a caning as the pale and unblemished valley of this cleft, rimmed by the crimson corrugations of the imprinted welts as they disappear from one cheek only to reappear on the other. When I, with my assistant on occasions, examine the state of a bottom to decide whether to continue a severe caning, I have noticed that she will often feel along these corrugated edges of the cleft as she estimates how much damage the cheeks have.