And even when they do, they usually end up being right. I'll get most of the way in, but they can't take any more.But, I don't want it to get in the w...y of my relationships. Sex isn't the most important thing. I want someone who I love and care about. That's why I married my wife. She's an incredible person, and we figure it out. It takes two hands, but she can still make my cum. And I don't mind using my hands, mouth, and toys on her. It's just hard sometimes when I can't fuck her anyone. It. She laughed. "Is that all you can think about?" "Well, when do I get you all to myself? Hardly ever with your parents shoving you to go out with Greg Perkins," Gina said, pouting. "Aw, baby," Marie said, kissing her. "Well, you can have me all to yourself now." They both jumped out of the car and took their bags out and went up to the cabin and Gina unlocked and they walked in. But unfortunately, the electricity wasn't working. "Oh, great," moaned Marie. "We don't need electricity." Gina. She bit his lip gently; feeling his cock begin to throb she ran her hand between his legs, gently squeezing, then rubbing her hand against him as they pushed their tongues into each others' mouths, sliding against each others. He slid his groping hand under her skirt, pushing his fingers towards her asshole.She stepped back, staring into his eyes, her eyes full of lust she grabbed his belt and pulled him towards the darkened room at the other end of the hallway.His cock throbbing as the door. I went on to say “we were simply doing something beautiful with each other and weren’t going to feel ashamed about it”. Debbie sat down and asked Joanne if she felt they could get past this, without messing up their friendship. Joanne finally spoke and said “He’s right. We were doing something beautiful and I’m not going to feel embarrassed or ashamed, and it certainly shouldn’t affect our friendship”. They hugged, and now feeling good about myself for handling this in such a cool way, I.