I found myself buried to the hilt within her; once again, the end of my cock was actually in the passage between womb and cervix, and once again, she ...eemed to love it. I enjoyed it, don’t get me wrong, but I knew that this just doesn’t happen in real normal life.We spent about an hour with her snuggled atop me, savoring the intimacy and afterglow. “I could have had this for years,” she said, as a teardrop fell on my neck.“Well, no,” I reassured her. “See, things are very different now than. " Her voice trailed off as her hand slid up my thigh, crossing on to the fabric of my shorts, sliding in between my thighs. Her fingers trailed over my balls and she fondled the outline of my cock through my shorts."Mmmmm ... so hard, so nice, Ed." What ... time ... is ... it?" I asked, gritting my teeth as she touched me gently."2:26, Ed. You're doing great, almost there." You got that part right," I said, "especially if you keep touching me like that."Jen giggled, her hand still stroking my. A slow smile spread across her face.She said, “For the world’s laziest man, you look pretty fit – like you’ve been exercising, or something.”“I kind of expected the escape to be a little more physical than having Paul carry my luggage to the Bloated Shark,” Henry said looking a little sheepish.“What do you mean? He carried your luggage?” Betsy asked.“Well, he carried it from my office to my car, and then from the car to the boat,” Henry said.Sue said, “You forgot to mention that he carried it. She sounds so erotic," the thought whimpered. His eyes rolled, as he found himself even more aroused than before. "It... it couldn't hurt to just... listen... for a while."He knew he shouldn't do it, but still, he tiptoed to the bedroom door, listening intently for Monica's steamy vocalizations. Ross stood there and slowly unzipped his pants, afraid that even the zipper would be heard by the amorous couple inside. The door was slightly ajar, and he leaned his ear in, as he rubbed the renewed.