"God..." He panted, his head throbbing against her clit. She looked at him reassuring, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Its okay..." She whispers s...ftly into his ear, her eyes widened as his length pushed into her, thick and long, she felt his hips move gently, pushing more of his length in. She moaned, her face in his neck, moving her hips in motion with him. "Damn...she is so tight..." He thought, moaning aloud, gripping her waist tightly. Starting to move faster, feeling her sweet juices. By continually I literally mean 24/7/365. I have had approx 9 symptom free days since Aug .16,2017. Intensity level ranges from a teeny tiny amount of pressure to having the Texas Chainsaw Massacre done to my skull. I have very high pain tolerance. In my former job you had to. I’m talking pain levels high enough to make me lay in bed for several hours crying and using every bit of my self restraint to keep from putting my gun in my mouth to make it stop because my pain pills aren’t getting. He walked over to me and nudged me with his knee, and I didn’t move. I started to make snoring sounds, and he bought my ruse. I knew he was going to try something, and sure enough he walked over to stand beside Becky. He watched me and knelt down beside her. When I didn’t move he slowly reached up and lifted her skirt. She didn’t move either, and I guess he figured the coast was clear. He stood up again, and turned on the light by the couch, bathing my sl**ping wife in light. He lifted her. "Slide your fingers into your bra; I want you to pinch your nipples."My fingers were now pinching my nipples; my pussy was starting to feel very damp. Danni was fidgeting in her chair, one hand holding my panties to her nose."Remove your bra, I want to see your tits, I want to watch you pinch and pull your hard nipples.I slowly reached behind my back and deftly unclasped by bra, allowing it to fall, freeing my breasts, my hands then moving back up cupping them, then I ran my hands over my.