Fuck. I can feel you clench. Ffffuck. So hot.” He groaned again and I pictured him, with his work clothes still on, his whole, huge cock stuffed int... her little hole, his balls pressed up right against her lips. How he would rock deeper still, pump his hips until she scooted forward on the backrest of the couch. He would grab her waist and pull her back into him, angle her lower body until his cock would nudge her G-spot with every thrust. And all the while, he described to her how good she. At the front door Maggie promised to pick her the next day. They waved good-bye. As the car pulled out Byron asked, Youre shopping again? Were going to get her a dildo or vibrator or both. Byron was caught off guard. He always was with his wife. Youre going shopping for sex toys with her? Why not. He shrugged setting the alarm while she turned off the lights. She was right. Why not? Maybe you should get something too. A strap on so I can peg your ass. She said. Depends if you get me in the. "I got this" he told me with awink in my direction causing my heart to flutter. I still couldn'texplain the feelings I had, but I related them to the changes caused bypregnancy. Somewhere up there with sore nipples, morning sickness, andthe random emotional explosions.Before long we were in a small room, and I was lying on some paper-topped cot with my legs in some kinky-looking holsters. The exam wentextremely queer but we got the "all good" from the doctor. From what hecould tell, I was a. A slow sultry kiss and an errant hand groped at my crotch.“Do you still want to fuck me, English?”“You know I do.”The ticking sound of the projector silenced the chatter; the white screen illuminated the theatre. I glanced around, couples of mixed ages, and perhaps we were the youngest. Loud drums and flecks of grain on the print presented the film studio motif. The sound crisp and the image fresh for its vintage, the fashions, the cars, signalled an earlier decade or two. The lens took in.