I then proceeded to pick up my pace as she moaned to the rhythm of my probing. I was going as hard as I could as she grabbed at the sheets and squirme.... I could feel myself close to orgasm and pulled out. I told her to get in doggy for me. She flipped over quickly and exposed her magnificent ass. I spread her cheeks and took in the mesmerizing view. I then moved in close behind her and slid back into her. I felt her spread wide as she gripped my shaft tightly. I grabbed her hips and slammed. In a few days we were back to our regimen, now 3 times a week, a half hour talking and discussing current events, politics and the like, sometimes mentioning she had heard from an old mutual friend."What do you think of the possibility of bombing in Afghanistan", I asked her one day."I haven't had sex in 3 years with my husband and I don't know why I am staying with him. He cheats on me to pay back for catching me cheating on him. I wanted to die until the day I saw you and now I masturbate. "This is even better than I dreamed," she murmured.Ben never increased his pace after her reached her depths. He just slipped back out to fill her again with the same slow motion. Rather than a frantic race to finish, this felt like an intimate massage to Hilly. Almost as if he could read her mind, Ben began to use his hands to rub her thighs and breasts which added to the sense of massage.Hilly looked over her shoulder to watch him moving into her which gave Ben the chance to kiss the corner. Céleste smiled. She raised herself onto one elbow, her mouth opened and I watched as her slips slid round the bulb of my cock. Tiny wrinkles radiated from the corners of her mouth as the warmth of her tongue caressed my penis. I moaned softly and Céleste’s head started to move up and down, the lips tight around my shaft. I flexed my hips and started to drive my penis deeper into her mouth, matching the rhythm of her bobbing head. I could see her eyes gleaming with renewed desire and then I.