My wife was in bliss the whole time. Oliver was drooling on the back of her neck. This was a sure sign that he was about to cum. I watch silently as O...iver stopped moving. My wife shouted out "Oh my God he is cumming! He is cumming inside me I can feel his cock throbbing"! She launched to another orgasm. This time all she could do is pant. Sucking in the air as fast as she could. I watched Oliver I could tell was done. He was trying to move. My wife still not in her right mind didn't seem to. ”“What about Cathy, according to that logic she had no business being in the same ring with me and yet you saw the results.”“Pound for pound, Cathy is the best pure boxer that I have ever seen. Her reaction time is so fast that she appears to know what her opponent is going to do before he does it. I can’t get her to take boxing seriously. For her it’s only a game. She just loves it. If I could just get her to train seriously, to have Truda work with her to develop her upper body strength. The constant assault on her sensitive young clit by his winkled ball sack was bringing her to the brink of orgasam. She could not believe how how body was betraying her. She was being used. Being fucked hard. Being treated as if the only value she had was a ass and titties. And deep down as with all women she knew this to be true.Joy could feel her pussy being pounded she could feel her love juices squirting out between his hard aggressive thrusts. She could barely remember her name. This must. She was wearing a light sundress with a thin, flowery patterned shawl over her shoulders. She looked really nice but what she hadn’t noticed was that one strap of the dress had slipped down and her right breast was on full show. I’m not sure how many of patrons of bar noticed but Hazel told us later that one guy, who was in the lift when she got in obviously had. He asked her if she was going to a party, adding that if she was, he wished he was going with her. She told us she still didn’t know.