She could sense some-one behind her and she moaned softly when she felt something touching her neck. Not a human, not a hand. It took her a few second... to realize that the person standing behind her, was putting some kind of brace on her. Wide, about 3 centimetres. Made of thick leather, at least in her imagination, because she could not see it. She could, however, felt the buckle being closed. “You might even get lucky this time..maybe some-one will touch you..” the hidden woman said. Now. I was feeling bold but I was concerned that maybe I wouldn't be able to preform being that tipsy. Well it wasent a problem. Matty is about our age and her husband is younger than her . She was very comfortable about it all and we talked and she told me some stories about her cruises and the different places she and her husband has been and told me not to worry about him because they have an open marriage. She causally undressed and we got in bed but I was having trouble getting it up so she. He'd tug, and I'd feel a little stream of his cum leak out of me, and then another. Each tug was a small shock, not really painful, but on the borderline of being just a little bit scary, because he felt so huge as he pulled back. My hole suddenly seemed impossibly tiny again, and some stupid little part of my brain started imagining us stuck forever. But of course not. There was one more pull that didn't quite make it out, but sent a long spurt of high pressure puppy seed flying out of me as. Another orgasm burst through me. This wonderful heat surged through my body. This amazing bliss that had my tits heaving. My left hand, free of my phone, grabbed my tit. I squeezed it, massaged it. Such rapture shuddered through me. The pill controls me.I loved it.The door to the bathroom burst open. “Well, well, well, Miss Lola Lovell, President of the Purity Society begging for my cock to fuck her.”“Yes!” I moaned. “Don't be annoying and get in here and fuck me.” I shuddered at saying such a.