He was angry at the sky that, by clouding the sun and cooling the air, would extend the suffering of the girl that writhed on the cross.He approached ...er, leaving Aisha behind."We will be offering you water in a little while," he said. "Try not to drink it, if you can."She turned her head to look at him; silently she mouthed the words, "Why?"He had to steel himself to answer, tears threatened to break out of his eyes again, "It will extend your suffering."She gasped again for air. Soon she. You squeezed me gently and I sighed against you one more time. You started to slowly move your hand up and down, ever so slightly. I felt you lift your hips and inch forward. I was startled when I felt my penis rub against your clit. We both let out startled sighs, and pressed the rest of our bodies together harder. You slowly rubbed my penis back and forth across your clit, the bottom of my head moving in a U shape around it. You continued this for a while, and I could feel another orgasm. As the one behind me added fingers loosening me up, I swirled my tongue around the cock in my mouth and started to bob up and down. My hands went to his balls and they felt light grapefruit they were so big. I bobbed up and down then let my tongue drag along the bottom to the big balls. I licked around and then back up to the head of the cock. As I popped it back in I felt something on my hole. It felt like a baseball bat."I can't wait to feel this tight ass. You better take that cock in your. Then there was our usual pattern of having sex once or twice a week, usually going to bed early so that we could get in a good workout and still get a good night's sleep. We had a solid sex life and it had settled down to a routine over the years. Again, that was how it had been but not for the past several months. We started to have sex less and less and then it was down to only on Saturdays. It happened so slowly that I didn't notice it but it began with the 'I'm awfully tired' or 'I have to.