I used the punishing hand to pull her back toward me, never releasing her clit, and her moaning started getting much louder as her hips churned. I cou...d feel the spasms of the orgasm along the length of my penis as her internal muscles rippled. She turned her face into the pillow, biting it as a gag to keep the noise level down.I gave her clit a final rub, and felt another round of tremors go through her; I thought that I might have triggered a second, smaller orgasm. I wrapped both arms around. All he can do is stare at my cock. Slowly his eyes come up to meet mine, and he falls to his knees subserviently."Yeah..." I nod, and move in, closing the distance. I lick my lips in expectation. "I want you to put me in your mouth. Suck my dick, Ray."He looks up at me wide eyed. Not often he hears that, I suppose. "You want me to suck your dick?" He asks. His voice has a tinge of fear in it, but I can hear the excitement as well. I nod. "Yeah...and then I'm going to fuck you..." I move in. My wife was wearing a winter coat with the top two buttons open. I slid my hand inside and now found that the third button of her blouse was open. Both of us already turned on I opened the blouse wider under the coat. She rested her head on my shoulder as I began to massage her nipples between my fingers back and forth. She began to moan her sexual feelings. I kept playing with those marvelous nips. I knew that being turned on, several more nipple pulls she would have an orgasm right on the. ” I said.“Ditto. The other night you almost shot ‘Little Paul’ across the bedroom.” Blossom added.“I did not!” Erin said defensively.“You did, Erin. I was lying at your feet and it shot past my head like a mortar shell.”“I do not fart that bad!” Erin protested.“It’s not about good or bad. It’s more about the force.” I piled on.“Hey! You guys are being mean.” Lynn defended her wife.“Sorry Sweetie. Hey! How did we get from Erin being pissed about Lynn, to dealing with her farts?” Blossom.