”My body convulsed in a crescendo of ballooning pleasure that radiated from my pelvis and spread outward. I rigorously backed my ass into Jesus as I...felt him throbbing uncontrollably inside me. I screamed out in euphoria as the rising pressure released in a wave of felicitous expansion. Sweat poured from my crimson flesh and my lips trembled. Jesus roared out behind me and blew his hot cum deep into my violated pussy. I felt his seed rush into me and seep into the depths of my womb. The last. She got on her knees and unzipped my jeans and pulled down both them and my boxers. My cock bounced back and then upright “Oh my” were her words before sticking it in her mouth. Slowly bobbing up and down looking at me as I roll my eyes back in pleasure. Kate stopped for a second to spit on the tip of my cock, the spit slid down the shaft of my cock to only be stopped half way by her tongue as she licked back up the shaft of my cock collecting the spit and then ramming my cock down her. They were all volunteers. Her recruitment was always by word of mouth. Contacts were established at cocktail parties, dinner parties and other social gatherings all over the city. No approach was ever made at a first meeting. The women had to come to regard Ursula Steinmann as a personal friend before the first hint was dropped. Where there was a boring, unimaginative husband - not difficult to find -there was a potential addition to the roster. In time and with care. It was admittedly. We were becoming entwined. Opening my eyes, I looked across at Sara, there were streaks of tears that fell down her side of her face, like the arms of a pair of silvery eyeglasses. She looked to be both heartbroken and elated by the experience and I rolled on my side to touch her face whispering her name. She was simply beautiful. Her eyes looked into mine and she smiled like the sun. Our mouths met and we began to share everything. she joked. The connection between us flared with the humour..