His hands touching my back, rubbing it tenderly, pulling me tightly to him before smoothing the material over my bottom holding me against him. Grindi...g himself against me. Closing my eyes, I could still feel him. I could feel the length of him pressing against me; I am not sure how, he must have been holding me off the floor. I could feel his length from my mound to my belly button. He was so long and thick against me. Groaning I shook my head only to taste the way his tongue had investigated. See what I mean?” Thinking back half an hour, I did. “But then,” said Reg, warming to his explanation, “I thought one day, what’s sauce for the gander should be sauce for the goose. And that was when we started taking in lodgers.” So I wasn’t the first to have had enhanced tea in bed on a Sunday morning. I tried to sound nonchalant as I said, “Yes, I see.” “And now you’d like to see more, would you?” While I fumbled for a reply, he went on, “Because Connie would like it. That’s what she said. The sex toys were scattered around almost every where. After a few people mentioned what they had found Sandy took a vote regarding how everybody felt about playing spin the bottle, with the people who were paired up by the bottle having a private or public session of masturbating each other. Wow, there was a lot of laughing, hooting and hollering. As a helpful husband I brought out the hard liquor. I brought our three gallons of Scotch, three gallons of whiskey and three pints of schnapps. I. The bed banged against the walls and squeaked louder than an old car. Holly’s mouth was opened but nothing would come out except the occasional “Awwwwww” She wondered if she would ever shit or walk right again.Bears was driving harder and grunting like an a****l, Holly felt like she had an arm up her asshole, Bear was like a machine with no “off” switch totally ruining her asscunt. In and out the vicious machine pumped and growled. Bear smiled and said, “Yeah bitch this is what it feels like to.