Our love making is frantic and rough for a change. We slap each other hard on the ass before inserting a finger. Our tongues are licking in and out of...our slits and then biting at our clits. In no time we both explode in an orgasm and it is all captured on camera. With Paul watching and taking photos it has made the experience all the more exciting. Paul puts the camera down and he lays on the rug next to me. He looks in my eyes and says, “Forgive me, baby.” I reach towards him and gave him a. I think it's so sweet the way you act at times now... so much like a young girl... don't you think?" Please Simon?, don't say that. I'm suppose to be your husband... and besides I'm much too old to be acting like a dreamy eyed school girl." But honey, you don't look a thing like my old husband any more. You look more like a sexy young coed who should be wearing a tiny cheerleader uniform and shaking a pair of pompoms... among other things." Simon? replied with a giggle. "And I don't blame you. I felt his arms drape loosely over my shoulders and then I felt his lips against my ear and neck, kissing me as we fell at what felt like 4000 mph toward the earth! Then I felt something poking my back and knew that Cord had just developed a… rather large… boner. I smiled to myself, wondering if he got one every time he dived. After what seemed like mere seconds, but I know was more, we were approaching land, everything had gone amazingly smooth. We landed, and both stumbled a bit, so we ended. She screamed when they clamped her pussy, Raisa not believing that anyone would do such a cruel thing to a female. But she grew ashamed when they clamped her clit, her body shuddering when they blew on her aroused pleasure button, Raisa fighting the urge not to cum again, ashamed at how her body reacted to the lightest touch. But that wasn’t the worst part. She was bent over a wooden bench, her legs spread wide, one of them pushing down on her naked back, pinning her to the wooden bench. The.