.He kneads me like a flour ball from tip to toe..Breasts and butts are soft targets ..Kisses all over with bites where he likes..Scars come from rubbi...g of unshaven beard.Curiously I asked do you feel being tortured..She laughed loudly and said, dear lori this the charm & passionate romance of married life..I enjoy a lot..Co-operate..Expect more from him..His stamina is tremendous..Dick is huge,strong,long & thick..Every day I get orgasm during his hour long penetration.She again laughed. "What's OK?" he persists. I let him simmer for a while longer. "I said-" "I heard what you said but if you can't ask, then you don't get." Silence. An agonisingly long silence. I'm beginning to think that maybe I've blown my chance when suddenly, he hops down from the top bunk with a heavy thump. I sit up on one elbow and look up into his eyes. There's fear mixed with excitement and something else, something I have grown to recognise and love: Lust. "Well?" I smile, I know that now he's mine;. It was far from technically perfect. The orchestra had mostly covered it, though, caught up by her performance.She had obviously practiced hard on her conducting this semester. But this? The passion, the abandon... That could not be learned, ever ... Gary could teach the 'how' of conducting, but no one in the world could teach the 'why'.The players responded increasingly to her urging looks as her passion began to spread throughout the room over the next few minutes. She pushed them up through. Jen shifted James's sporran so she could get her hand between his aprons easier. This did not produce the desired effect, so she then slid onto her knees and unfastened the sporran and proceeded to unbuckle the straps on James's kilt and let it drop to the floor. Jen then took James's cock into her hand and began to tongue his balls. A bit of pre-cum began to ooze from his tip and she lapped it up like a sweet she had been craving for a long time. With one hand Jen played with his balls and.