"That seemed to be the right statement causing everyone to laugh. Both other guys said, "Yeah, I'd be gentle."I poured everyone more wine, based on th... theory that wine works wonders. My experience was that it brought the other folks pleasure, too. So, I sat, sipping my wine while Melanie enjoyed the bubbles. I asked, "Do the bubbles make up for the bad time?"She smiled at me coyly. "Well, nothing makes up for the bad time, but these little gusts and bubbles make it all better."I said, "When. He would rub the dry skin of his toes together as he sat barefoot moving to a slow quiet rhythm.Zeb sat in another chair on the other side of the doorway from Porter. His job was to watch the children at play and to keep them from wandering off into the woods or climbing too high into the old spreading tree. The grizzled man was too old to continue to travel into the Waste, yet he was also too vital to simply be put out to pasture. Thus he became the shepherd of small children during the day. I dropped my pants and stroked my cock a couple of times before I placed it at the entrance to her love tunnel. Without another word I moved forward and inserted about half of it inside her. It never ceased to amaze me how tight she was. Her pussy was like a rubber band and always seemed to retract after each time I fucked her.As I pulled back, I moved closer so I could get entirely inside her. When I plunged back in to my fullest, she moaned and whispered, “Sir, I do so love you and your big. I could hardly believe that I was watching my wife pushing her skirt down to the floor in front of a crowd of people. When it was gone, leaving her in her bra, garter belt, stockings and panties, her hands went back to the front of her panties, rubbing between her legs. She was acting like she was almost desperate to allow herself to come from the stimulation of the strip and the vibrator, which was undoubtedly going harder and harder. I wondered if there was some top level of the stimulation.