Feeling like a slut taking it in 2 holes, he starts talking dirty. "So my wife is a fucking whore, loving it in more than 1 hole, huh? What did I catc... you doing? Did it feel better than what this does, with my cock down your throat and your toy up your cunt?" I moan as I feel my orgasm getting closer. My pussy starts to twitch as he pumps his cock even faster, my nose hitting his balls over and over. I start to cum and my whole body raises up as he pounds my pussy hard with the toy, my throat. "You don't have to know," John said. "You only have to think. Stop killing yourself looking for certainty. This isn't 'two plus two equals four.' This is above that. Why do you think we bother?"Karl closed his eyes and thought of his wife and his daughter, of home. "Because we find things to live for."John patted Karl on the shoulder. "Exactly. For old Suzie Q, it's all those apples and carrots I give her in the mornings, it's getting to run with the sun on her back and the wind through her. We hoisted Elaine onto the bed and Mack went back to shut the door. He said The others will be here soon. Best get my turn now He quickly unfastened his trousers and dropped them. The Viagara had obviously worked as he had a respectable bulge in his underpants. He pulled them down and I saw immediately that whilst only being of average length, his cock had a very big girth. It was standing out, from under his hairy beer gut,rather than up, but it looked very stiff. As he was getting prepared, I. And as I keep going, I start to believe it's deeper than flesh, than any fissure to allow us inside. Deeper than nerves, electric and singing, being teased. It made me think of how the tines of a tuning fork vibrate when struck to tune an instrument or to keep time in a watch. It helps to find a specific constant pitch. I'm doing to the same.I'm trying to harmonize with something deeper than words, trying to find what notes ripple through you, what chord can be plucked and resonate forever. I.