It was nothing for one of us to walk naked through the house to get a bite in the kitchen or get clothes out of the laundry. But to see the two of th...m this way was amazing! All the way home I had been quietly building sexual energy in anticipation of getting my wife alone, but without a second thought, I grabbed a chair from beside the window and dropped my drawers to stroke my cock. Jane opened her thighs and slid off of Jack’s shoulders down into the water. At the same time she then. She had succumbed to temptaion in the shower and began to fingerherself, when Bill walked in."I WIN!" He laughed. Morgan sighed deeply.Now here she was, in the worst possible predicament. They were going away for a weekend, and she had no idea where they were going. Bill told her to pack only skirts, dresses, thongs, high-heels and bikinis. Morgan packed accordingly."And the Schoolgirl outfit!" He demanded.Morgan looked up at him, "But.....I can't...."Bill shook his head, and threw the outfit. Feeling the first stroke of the flogger I cry out in pleasure/pain. With each additional stroke of the flogger I moan of pleasure/pain is ripped from me. Making my desire grow bigger than I ever thought possible. The burring of each stroke of the flogger grows and spreads through me. When I am moaning uncontrollably form the pain and pleasure the flogger is bringing me you stop using the flogger. Not wanting you to stop I push back towards you wanting to feel the sting of your flogger against. ‘Sit on me and put it in!’ Yvonne swung her leg over his body and settled her lithe body atop his. The position had his rigid shaft trapped between her damp pussy and his belly. She rocked her hips, rubbing her slit against his steel-hard club. Yvonne reached between them, grasped his rod, raised her hips, then lowered herself onto it. She sighed when his tumescent shaft slid into her. ‘Oh, yes!!!’ she moaned and began to rock her hips, making his cock whip around inside her. He grasped her.