He turned the page and looked up and found her looking at him. She was smiling. She knew he was watching her and staying up to care for her. She loved...him for it."Hey Baby, how are you feeling?" he asked."Better, but I need to use the bathroom." she said."OK, let's do that shall we?" he said.He helped her up and supported her as she walked to the toilet. He left the room and waited out of sight so she could relax. He heard her go, and waited. The toilet flushed soon afterwards and he waited. He. So I ventured out to the tool shed to see what I could find and there was much to chose from garden tools, to snow shovels, I see that the snow shovel had a bigger handle than anything else, so I cleaned off the best I could but still wasn't clean enough, so I took a bread rapper and covered it and greased it up with Vaseline and stuck my fingers in self for a slippery entrance, but the tightness of my ass wouldn't let it slide in as planned, but I was determined to get it in me to the point. For the present, at least, primeval lust prevailed over society’s arbitrary conventions.It was only a matter of minutes before Damien slid into Emmanuelle’s twat, his cock very stiff as he began screwing her in earnest, while several of his ladies watched and whistled their approval. Em herself started moaning in appreciation, already juicy wet from even the prospect of being boffed from behind over an ottoman. She had been over the moon when she learned that she was on the “honey do list” that. She started gently. Pushing ever so slightly. Finally she got it in a little and started to finger fuck me. When I could feel it going in and out easily, she started to work in a second finger. It burned as she tried to stretch my opening. She stopped for a moment as she came to another climax. My face was soaked from her pussy juice and sweat. My hair was matted down as well. She continued probing with two fingers until even they worked their way in. I could hear Ms. K. giving directions every.