It was strange; my husband never had wanted to take pictures as we had sex…After a long while sucking, he grabbed again my hair and made me bend ove... forward, making me put my fronthead against the carpet. With my ass in the air, I understood that it was time to get my birthday present: a nice and wild anal action…I felt a cold liquid sliding between my buttocks, up to my tight rear entrance. It made me shiver and moan in pleasure.Soon a thumb pressed into my rosebud, until it could get inside,. ” I almost slapped him, then the absurdity of his unwillingness to defile my marriage bed while licking my pussy made me laugh instead. “You sure do get wet,” he said. “And in a hurry, too. Sara takes a lot of work, and then I suspect she's slipping in some KY sometimes.” I was very wet. Not really surprisingly wet, but a bit wetter than the time spent on foreplay would justify. I lubricate pretty well in inevitable situations. My pussy wants to be accommodating. I lifted my ass for him again. ”“No such luck. It all went to my butt,” she said, reaching around and slapping at the ample object of her displeasure. She pointed toward the drink in my hand.” Is that for me?”“As ordered. A double ‘Gorilla Killer. The cheapest 151 proof rum available along with a splash of Diet Coke and some ice.”“Good.” She stepped closer, took the glass and drained half. After shuddering and catching her breath, she gave me a quick kiss, finished off the glass and handed it back. “Thanks. I’ll need a lot. Natural reactions such as erections and firmed nipples would be celebrated. Rather than conventional sermons, the programs would involve short talks and participatory discussions on such topics as the wonders of DNA, the unique values of males and females, multiple aspects of the male + female sex act, and so on. Communion would be quite different than conventional religions where bread and wine was distributed. Instead, the wondrous sexual fluid would be collected in a group effort using.