Despite her illness, Katie and I made love as often as we could. It wasn't as much as we'd used to, otherwise she'd get too tired. But she got in the ...abit of saying, "Johnny, I may be sick, but you're still my husband! Now get over here and fuck me!" I loved the fire in her sky blue eyes when she said that.Katie also insisted that we continue our "more-than-friends" relationship with Rachel. She reasoned that Rachel still needed a man in her life and it did make all three of us happier. No. The deep moan he lets out tells me I’ve hit his sweet spot. I love fingering his silky ass and the sounds he makes when I probe his tight hole and tickle his prostate. Deep guttural groans that sound so animalistic it drives me crazy and makes my pussy drip with excitement. With one hand I apply lubricant to the silicone phallus I am going to impale him with and reach around with the other and gently tease his cock and balls. Spooning up behind him my voluptuous breasts press into his back. The. When she walked in he looked up at her with a wordless raise of an eyebrow. She had smirked in his direction and wondered what he’d be like in bed. He was a good looking man and the only man in the office who wasn’t married and over fifty. He was also in good shape. His body was buff and he had excellent taste in clothes.‘What girl wouldn’t wonder if he could eat pussy?’ she thought as she stared at him.He must have read it in her expression.He walked toward her with a look in his eye that. After what seemed like forever he untied my hands and feet an told me to sit up as I did his cock was right in my face so instinktively I took him back in my mouth and sucked him some more and he then pulled out told me to get on my hand and knees when I did I noticed the bench was moved and the chains on my tits were pulling them up toward my face and the chains ranover my shoulders he slid in behind me and inserted his cock and started fucking my very wett cunt so hard I heard our skin.