I gasp and arch my back as you invade me. My cock is dripping a long rope of sticky pre cum onto the bed. My dick is aching, feels like one stroke and...I will shoot buckets of jism. Meanwhile I am licking the inside of your thighs, wanking you hard tool, loving the feel of the big veins that are sticking out of your shaft. I can feel the wetness near your pisshole as you start weeping. As I wank you more a big drop of pre cum forms on the top of your angry knob. I turn around on top of you to. This all came to being when "chat rooms" were the in thing, making for plenty of applicants to fill the job.Never believing that this fantasy of ours would ever come true, we actually made arrangements to meet a guy at a motel just out of our home area. Arriving at the motel and quite nervous mind you, to our surprise he was waiting for us. In fact he already booked a room. With some apprehension we got out of the car, and followed this guy into the room. What never occurred to either of us was. . they let my hair down. I gulped air at once and then I came brutally, like never in my life. At the same time, I was breathing like I was born again and yet my orgasm came like a mountain that hit me sexually like no other coming in my entire life. The air, the strapon harness and my coming combined made for an instant orgasm in which I lost all sense of where I was, who I was: a Long Timeless Coming. I was my own orgasm, I was orgasm. My Corrida/Coming lasted an eternity. I lost my sense of. They both got caught up in work and children and school commitments and other family things that sex took a back seat. Now, with Vernon being more open about his fetish and his love of silk, they found ways to add it to their sex life. Whether that was Vern wearing Karen’s underwear, or Karen dressing up for Vern in little silk dresses, chemises and slips, dancing for him with silk scarves, or even tying one another up with lengths of silk that had been plaited into ropes. Vern loved the.