Her breasts bounced up and down with each slam, and her hair matted against her sweaty face. She moaned as she came again and again, her cunt still so...sore from an entire night of orgasms. Harry banged into her cunt like a madman, never slowing his urgent pace as he fucked her. He was grabbing her hips so hard that his fingers turned white, and his cock slammed all the way into her snatch with each thrust. Finally, Harry grunted loudly as he came, shooting his load all over her tits and neck as. I was not pleasant in telling her that I wasn’t ready for children. I realize now that I hurt her deeply and our moving away from each other started then. It wasn’t not having children but the way I treated her about it. We didn’t talk. The next thing I knew, she was heavily involved in her quilting that she had done as far back as high school. We would have used her quilting room for a baby’s room. That was part of my diatribe. She went in there to quilt and I would watch TV. She would talk. We finally agreed to meet sometime after we promised to be the ones we’ve been searching for our entire lives. We I read that in her letter my heart skipped a beat and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. On that evening I wanted to give her the world but I knew I didn’t need to, to impress her. We both knew the simple things in life, the things that go overlooked most of the time are the most romantic experiences of all. Living in a rather large city in New Jersey there were no beaches, and. She began stinging his bottom with short, sharp strokes of the strap and he began to groan and his bottom and hips began swaying and squirming. She was hitting him everywhere, stinging his plump globes, his dangling balls and she could see that he was in an agony of pure passionate bliss. She began hitting him with harder and harder strokes and the weaving, rhythmic motions of his hips and his bottom began to become bewitching and sexually exciting to her. She was suddenly overwhelmed by sexual.