During this considerate rhythm, Anne was aware of his enormous girth and that rapidly revived her desires, sending tingles along her cavity walls, mus...les flexing and tensing as the drilling gradually increased in momentum and power. “Oh yes, Darren, oh yes,” she cried out as another wave of sensational vibrations built, growing almost in pace with his stiffening cock. Darren gritted his teeth, sweat bubbling on his brow, and drove deep to supply Anne’s climax. When it came, flowing and. When those ten were done my girl pulls out this flask. She then takes a condom, unrolls it, hangs it into the flask and d****s the condom over the flasks edge. Now we have a condom with a stretched open top. My girl proceeds to take each cum-filled condom, emptying them one at a time into the condom that's pulled over the edge of the flask. Soon, the one condom has ten loads of cum in it. Next she removes the condom from the flask and gives it to me. She says that she wants me to feed her half. Carefully, I watch, unable to tell from this distance if she were young or old, fair of face or as ugly as the landscape. It had been a long time since I’d lain with my wife, Elsa. Two years, to be exact, upon a Christmas day as well, a fire warming our cozy little home, our young daughters still sleeping under the goose down mattress that they shared. We’d made love desperately, knowing that it would be the last time. I’d already received my marching orders. Oh, God, how I long to hold her in. I was really tired but I lay for a long time just thinking about her, our love making last night and how we needed to handle our time together in the future. For the first time since I was about twelve, I awoke in the morning to find that I had had a wet dream. I couldn’t remember what it was about, I know that both Mum and Maggie were there somewhere, but my shorts were clinging damply to me and I felt more than a little embarrassed with myself. Friday night we were all out. Mum had arranged.