‘Not yet,’ Lonnie replied softly. He slid his hand through the lush pubic forest between her legs and his fingers encountered wetness. Ann’s hip... shot forward, pressing her pulsing vagina against Lonnie’s hand. She groaned. ‘Yes! Touch me! Oh, God, Lonnie! Touch me!’ she crooned, her hips gyrating as Lonnie’s fingers slid over her soaking pussy, exploring her, titillating her. Her hand slid between them and she gripped his cock. ‘Yes! Oh, Yes!’ Lonnie was having as much trouble standing as Ann. I then positioned myself between her legs and pleasured her with my tongue as she continued to have mild orgasms.I pulled the ball from her pussy, lined up my member and drove it all the way to the hilt in one motion. She arched her back so only her head and feet touched the bed. This pushed her over the top, creating too much physical and mental stimulation, she collapsed on the bed unconscious.I removed myself from inside her body and lay next to her, pulling her into my embrace. Natalie. Three years later, she finally expressed her frustration at not being pregnant. she told me she was now almost 30 and her clock was ticking. i suggested going to her gynecologist to get both of us tested for fertility problems. just before the gyne visit, i persuaded her to have a couple drinks to relax her nerves. since she's a christian, she doesn't drink much. so when she had a couple drinks, she was incredibly incoherent. at the gyne's office, the gynecologist told her the problem was my. This continued for nearly an hour. I began to moan. Much to the delight of the women watching only a couple of feet away. I could see that they had all pulled their skirts up high showing beautiful crossed legs suspender belts black stockings. Turning my head the other way I could still see them in the large mirror, as well I my own reflection of me being fucked.If I looked straight ahead I would be locked by Samantha’s green eyes. Her face almost a cruel beautiful mask. . So I turned back.