Obviously having had an orgasm. She then looked over to see what her older sister was doing, her curly haired head bobbing up and down on me. What you...doing? she asked as she too made her way over to me. As she got closer her eyes nearly popped out her head, Oh my, its huge she said as she clasped eyes on my cock, licking her lips, unconsciously. She knelt by her sister to get a better view. Karen looked out the side of her eyes at her sibling, she pointed my cock towards her little sister and. Clint had buttoned every single button and I had the belt clinched as tight as it would go.Clint had carried Folsom up the stairs and he was now lying naked on his hallway runner, a Persian at one time. A blood-carpet now. Clint had cuffed him — wrists in back — and then he wound some duct tape around his head and over his eyes. Clint had left the towel rod in, not knowing what would happen if he pulled it out. And not caring much either.Maybe someday I would appreciate the irony — Clint. She could not help it, and let out another moan as she continued to rub her husband’s cock against her.Her hands were shaking, and she felt things in a way that she never had before. Jean was not in control; she was. Marguerite was experimenting with feeling his cock moving against her when she accidentally brushed the tip higher than usual, at the place where the crease and folds met. Marguerite suddenly groaned and bucked her hips as an intense feeling of pleasure shot through her body.“What. F..uck you look amazing!”As each stiletto struck the chequer plate floor, her gait forced her hips to sway hypnotically. Seducing him with every sinew that stretched and taut muscle that flexed - it was impossible to tear his eyes from her semi-naked body.“So, you like what you see?”“Yes, you look incredible.”“Incredible enough to fuck?”“In a heartbeat.”With a waggle of her finger, he knew what to do. Stripping off his clothes readily, he stood there naked. His toned athletic physique and firm.