And my cock found it, and slipped in it's head. He moaned, I moaned, he opened, I slid forward, and more groans and slides and I hit a wall - he could...'t take all of me ( I am damn sure I couldn't either!) so I stopped where he indicated it was comfortable, and waited for him to decide the limits. Knowing my cock's power, given to me by The Lady - though now I am asking myself if maybe she is a Man, well, at least some of both a Woman & Man - I allowed Mot to dictate the pace and the depth, as. She is on her knees, head almost touching the blanket, weight supported on her forearms. Her partner is behind her, one hand moving swiftly along his shaft to confirm its rigidity. He steadies himself with one hand on her upraised bottom. His other hand steers penis into vagina in one smooth movement. No need for fumbling exploration; this is a coupling as experienced as it is expectant. The walls that receive him are already well lubricated. When he begins to move inside her, there. His pride was bent just a tad I think. He was hauled off to jail, outstanding warrants do things like that to a person, and I had to go to anger management counseling. Now what was I to do let him beat me up? The world is getting stranger by the minute. Xenia is a very pretty girl, her jasmine perfume would have driven a weaker man crazy. (If they were under, forty-five they are girls to me) She had lustrous brown hair, dark doe eyes, and an amazing smile. Her short skirts reviled long smooth. As we kissed I moved my lips closer and closer to the action. Before long I was French kissing my wife while Vince’s hard cock was between our lips. Then with a little giggle, she nudged me to take him in my mouth. I always do what I'm told. So there I was for the first time in my life with this big cock in my mouth and I liked it. But not in a gay way, just in a sexually exploring way. For the next few minutes, we took turns kissing each other and sucking on Vince’s big cock. While I had him.