He lay in silence after the orgasm subsided. “Goddamn was that good…” he said as he got up to wipe the cum off himself. He walked over to the sh...wer and turned it on. Looking down at his cum soaked torso he turned on the faucet and began to wash the cum off of himself. He couldn’t help but wipe some on his finger and suck it off. He had to admit that his cum tasted good. It was sweet and creamy and went smoothly down his throat and thought it would be good to taste on a girl’s tongue, his dream. She'd been pulling just about two inches before releasing. Now, she pulled three. The pain was too much, it didn't matter anymore and now she pulled four inches and snapped, then four and snapped again and now she was snapping over and over and over, losing count, her mind a swamp of pain, her cunt soaking wet, grinding her thighs together, her clitoris rubbing between her engorged lips, snap snap snap again and again, crying out loud now and pulling back further and ... the rubber band. I kinda turn to look at him, as I slowly peeled my shirt off, clentching my abs to make them real hard and defined. I sat on the edge of the couch, and removed my boots—slowly unlacing them, and then my socks. I held both of my socks up to my face, and gave them a deep huff. I moaned softly, and deeply. Jinney, now bare herself, asked me if they stunk. Naturally I replied yes, and so she orders me to stuff them into Ron's mouth. He was resistant of course, so I grab him by the throat, f o r c I. We liked the idea of being near the extra bedroom as we had talked about having a third and turning it into a nursery, but when we decided against it we knocked out the separating wall and combined the rooms adding a combined office and exercise room. It was there that I got the AbMaster, a stupid as seen on TV exercise bench that we swore we would use and never did. It was mainly a flat bench that could be inclined or declined and had a place at the end to lock your feet. I dragged it into the.