Startlingly deep. “Orrgh fuck yeah...fuck my arse...fuck my arse” I heard myself saying. Steve responded with a manic pummelling of my aching but ...eedy hole. I was incapable of escaping his pounding, even as I winced a bit because the shooting shards of pleasure overwhelmed my tender throbbing. I was caught in the pleasure impasse; too good, too good, despite the flinch and gasping grimace. I submitted because I wanted to. Pushed right over his bike seat, my arse locked around his cock. His. Thank you, Mr. President.” Rather than talk where a Secret Service Agent might hear us, I hurried her to the off limits area of my home.Jennifer looked happy and something else that I couldn’t put my finger on. The thing I could put my finger on was her wonderful bottom, which I did with a squeeze that I followed up by sliding my index finger all the way down until I was pressing up through her silky panties into her wonderful vagina. She shivered and giggled, while Stacy blushed.She blushes a. She moaned in pain, her nipples tingled; her breasts warm from the slaps. She had no time to think, his hands continued to slap at her breasts, felt them dance on her chest as they moved back and forth under the constant barrage. He paid particular attention to her nipples, made sure they received the brunt of each slap, the flesh around them red and abused.Mr. Jamison stood behind her, eager to join in. "Let me slip these off of you, Kari." His hands pulled down the tight shorts, struggled to. They toasted each other and drank deeply as several other couples offered their own glasses out for replenishment."Jill, how many times have you cum?" mum whispered and giggled as Jill ticked off all of her fingers and then took hold of my hand to count my fingers as well."I give up," Jill laughed, "This is fucking amazing."A woman in a sheer, pink latex dress stood next to me at the bar and said softly,"What have you come as, handsome?"Mum nudged me as I looked round to see who she was talking.