"There was the thunderous sound of feet down the stairs as Jason and Imogen raced down to get breakfast and to greet the day."Now what have I told you...about running down the stairs?" Geoffrey admonished them."You said it causes accidents ... but it hasn't yet, daddy," giggled Imogen."Yet is the operative word," Geoffrey began."And 'told you so' the final," said Jason."Well done, my boy. So, tomorrow, no running, right?" Yes, daddy," they both intoned, looking as if butter wouldn't melt in their. It was my turn and I really had not much against it.I had been Married about Six Months and I had not brought my Wife from Utah to Ft Lewis because of the short time I had to do there and the expense of moving her and her Horse. Except for the Tight Virgin Pussy Factor I had no business messing with her in the first place and she had absolutely No Business messing with me we where Oil and Water in every way possible. However we where old pen pals and had full filled a need for one another for. She went to church every other Sunday but she wasn't very religious. She voted, but she didn't follow politics.Dawn kept a vibrator hidden in her underwear drawer. Next to it was a copy of '50 Shades of Grey' that she bought last year but still hadn't finished. Dawn was not a very fast reader.Dawn was kind, good-hearted and obliging and she was well-liked in the neighbourhood and among her friends. But some people found her a bit dull at times. Dawn wasn't much of a conversationalist; she was a. " she begged. I pushed further and her muscles rippled to accommodate me. I could not believe it but her rectum seemed to be actually dragging my cock into her, pulling me deeper. The sensation was unbelievable, my cock was on fire, swelling and throbbing both with the mental arousal I felt and the physical effect of her rectal muscles milking my staff. "Give it to me. Deeper, harder! Oh, you magnificent man, I'm cumming, cumming. Now, I can feel it." Sam was almost incoherent.I glanced.