And finally, I love gettingproperly fucked, either lying on my back with a pillow under my ass or onmy hands and knees, getting plowed roughly from be...ind until I can feelhis load spurting deep inside me.After the first weekend together, Bill and I had vowed to repeat it againas soon as possible, and we hit on the idea of telling our wives that wehad gotten interested in fishing, and were going to go on fishing tripstogether. Bill had done a little fishing in the past; I had done evenless (I. It was a 3/4 sleeve, softball style shirt, but the front did not bear the name of a team or city. In bold black letters on the front, it proclaimed: Beat Me,Bite Me,Whip Me,Fuck Me Like The Dirty Pig That I Am,Cum All Over My Tits And Tell Me That You Love Me.Then Get The Fuck Out.She always seemed to have it on in the mornings following long nights of listening to the headboard slam against the wall as she moaned about as loud as she could. I always liked listening though, mostly because her. ” Cindi sighed. “But you did your best and you’re a very good player.” I’m going to get him out of this funk, she told herself. “Thanks. What’s your name?” Cindi expanded her lips, and in her huskiest voice slowly said, “Puckbunii” just as her phone buzzed. “’Scuse me a mo.” Cindi opened her purse and retrieved the device, flipped it open. Alice, texting. “Where RU?” “Farend bar….w/Jeff! No w8 4 me!” “Lucky! U Go gurl!” She replaced the phone in her purse and turned to Jeff. He leaned back,. " Was all she could say and I firmly pressed her clit and massaged between the lips. "Tell me you want me to fuck you." I said as I moved close to her ear."No." She said with her eyes closed and biting her lip as I pressed harder between her legs."Say it." No...." Say it." Fuck me." She said it so softly, I barely heard it."Say it again." Fuck me."I pushed up her bra to release the small but perfectly formed breasts and began to suck on them. Her groans got louder and deeper, my hands tore a.