While I was pumping the hell out of him he was ever so slowly jerking off!My cock could feel the movements from deep inside him. Every now and then Iw...uld hit his prostrate gland and that would get moans and once in a whilehis arm would grab me and keep me in that spot!My trusts became move violent!My sliding out became more gentle!The contrast of the rhythm of v******e and gentleness became not onlyerotic for GeGe but me as well! I've never fucked anybody this way!I gently put my hand under. Seductively her shoes were discarded. Each stocking was rolled down and off. She tried to look each of them in the eye, as Tamita had suggested, but she found it difficult. Marsha could feel her body temperature rise and her face burn as she unsnapped the bra and let it fall, her melon sized breasts bursting free to reveal large dark areolas surrounding even darker nipples.She saw the eyes of the men light up at the sight of her naked breasts and knew she had scored points. The women however. I crouched down behind a chair with a great view. With the sheer size of Diego, a real giant man, I was not about to intervene for fear of being absolutely destroyed. The window glass was thin enough that I could hear Anita’s whimpers and sobs, and the shuffling of feet on the deck. Suddenly Diego yanked her shorts down her knees with one quick jerk, and then my wife stood naked, except for her golden necklace, earrings, and low sandals. I got not even surprised when I saw she was not wearing. If things go well she could be fearing for her life.“I just don’t want there to be...” he pauses, expecting me finish his sentence.I don’t do it. I glance at her breasts, remembering the first time I saw them, tumbling out of bra I undid with her laying above me. When she briefly pretended she belonged to someone else. Transitional phase before she’d ever felt my belt.He waits for ... something. Neither of us gives it to him.“I just don’t want there to be,” he starts again. “ ... hard.