My cock can’t go any deeper and I can’t move. “Do you like that,” you whisper. “Yessss.” The word escapes as a hiss. “Do you...want more,” you tease. I can’t answer. I am helpless and you know it. “Do you want more?” You tighten your muscles around my shaft. “Do you?” “Yessss.” Another hiss. Again you rise up and my cock slides down your slippery wet opening, almost out. Slowly you lower yourself and again my cock slides snugly up into you. “More?” . Matilda at times looked at me with envy orso I thought, or was it my conscience or imagination. After this lovely evening Martin and I began to talk andreason with ourselves about the previous ongoingdiscussions of having another child.“I am not going to have a child out of the freezer,” Iretorted.“That’s the new technology, everybody that can’t havechildren are doing it,” replied Martin.“What if the freezing damages that particular littlesperm,”. His warm tongue quickly covered my dick with his saliva, as he tried to take my seven inch cock deeper and deeper into his mouth. I could not believe this taboo act was actually happening, but I was enjoying every second of it. I turned my head back towards the computer screen and continued to watch the hot blond teen take a beefy cock up her ass. As I continued looking at the porn, my brother wrapped his hand around the base of my dick, wrapped his lips right around the head, and started. I know what I’m doing, my love. You see, you’ll be thanking me in the end.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Irene stared at her husband. Thomas, the escort who had met them in the hotel bar an hour and two drinks earlier, was poised to become only the second man to penetrate her. His stupendous snake was ready to enter her special place, to share the gift that she’d kept all her life for just one person: her husband. Oliver stopped stroking his cock and raised a quizzical eyebrow. He could see anxiety and.