Pressing him further into herself. Pressing her limits. Pressing her performance. She begins to moan in time with their movements, just as he's deepes... within her. His hands hover over her head like a conductor at the podium. His fingers splay with each of the deepest thrusts. He clenches his teeth and breathes heavily through parted lips. He can feel her moans deep in her throat as well has hear them. It's too much for him. He knows it won't be long now. His entire body stiffens. He lets out a. Besides, I didn't know of any hot candidates at the time.One evening, during those troubled times, an unexpected visitor rang our doorbell. Amy got up to answer it, opened the door and jumped backwards as she gasped loudly. I looked up to see a man step inside, and Amy recover from her initial shock to give him a big hug."Oh, Kevin! What a surprise! I don't believe it's really you. How did you find me? Oh my god, how long has it been?" She kept on firing the questions, not giving him a chance. She leaned back into the couch as Dick saw his opportunity. He pulled my wife against him and started to rub her shoulders and back. My wife was somewhat startled but the massage felt good.As my wife leaned her head back, she took a deep breath.Ana rested her head back against his shoulder as he could smell the fragrance in her hair. The room was quiet and darkened but with the full moon, I could still see everything around them…My sexy wife looked fuzzy; but she was aware of what this nigger. We held on a Saturday night, after the dance; we’d all excused ourselves a little early so we could set up the mats in the gym. There would be two components to the ritual: the initiation ceremony itself, and then the participants engaging in the simultaneous orgasm that we called the Shakalara.What made this Shakalara different from our other attempts, though, was that we had an audience. We’d invited some of our dearest friends and fuckbuddies to witness the ceremony. Merilee’s daughter.