.. for her performance. "The skates weren't comfortable, they didn't really feel secure, and they weren't very sharp, either. And I was holding back b...cause that's natural ice, which is a lot bumpier than the dressed surface of a rink." You were ... holding back? Damn, girl! What are you like when you're not holding back? You could be in the Olympics!" Maybe ten years ago. In fact, I almost was. But I came down wrong in practice before the trials, and sprained my right ankle pretty badly. The. Moving my dripping pussy over his throbbing prick, I easily mounted him. I loved the feel of Dean’s member deep within me and I rode it slowly, moving up and down as he watched my tits bounce near his face. He reached out to touch my breasts and I bent over as he took one then the other of my firm nipples between his lips. We were both moaning loudly. My intense climax generously coated his dick just as his cock erupted into my soaked pussy. Further bursts of cum shot out until we were. Francesca was openly crying, watching her poor girl forever ruined but still clearly alive. Her breath was regular and her smeared face in peace, like a state of bliss, her eyes closed and her hands over her little cones. She knew she was probably drugged and her pain limit was very high, but it didn’t console her from watching her abused daughter. In her confusion she also didn’t realize, while watching, where her hand was: under her skirt, rubbing her wet pussy and keeping her in a constant. There was a lot of fucking with other spouses and in threesome situations and then one hell of a big orgy. The people in the story were talking about why and how they became swingers and told a little bit about their experiences and the one couple just stuck with me for some reason. They only swung as a couple that way they could see the satisfaction that their spouse was getting from another person and for the simple fact of it being a lot safer." After the movie was over we lay there a while.