"Yaaaaaaaah!" I screamed so loud that it had to have been heard throughout the whole house.I felt flush, like all the blood had drained out of my body... Daggers were still racing through my lower body and upper legs. I felt like I was about to faint from the pain.Then I felt something cold and metallic pinch me at the base of my balls. No! Not again!After another moment, pain rocked my body, and the world went hazy.I came to, sputtering and gasping, with Laurie standing over me, pouring cold. They were pretty and shiny and all of that but they simply weren't worth my marriage.I still loved Helen deeply after all of these years and I was a firm believer in that old saying, "If you can't be with the one you love ... Keep it in your pants."Besides at 28, I was an old soul, firmly entrenched in the limbo between boyhood and elderly gentleman. I had to act like I had some sense and not get swayed by every pretty face that came along. Just like with cars.Believe it or not I was still in. It wasn’t long before Marla felt the familiar vaginal contractions that were the onset to an orgasm. She rolled her head back and forth on the pillow and through gritted teeth begged, “You eat me, Kenny, god you eat me so fucking good!” Hearing here use street slang only drove Ken to eat her more intensely! He stabbed his tongue in and out of her pussy, taking great pains to flick her clit with each thrust. She bucked her hips forward when her climax hit, trying desperately to push her cunt. ‘Can I just request, Mr Thompson, that you fuck my pussy for a few minutes. I feel that might add some lubrication to you. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to hurt me.’ ‘Of course,’ Steve said, shifting behind her. She backed on to him a little, arching her back a little more to present her dripping pussy. He slid straight in with a groan. She was hot and slick inside. Monumentally so. She joined in with his groans as he enjoyed a few ponderous, slow strokes in and out of her. His hands clasped her.