I ran my hands down her neck, and cupped her breasts, squeezing slightly. I broke away, and took a step back to pull my boxers down, watching her agai.... As my erect cock sprung out she stared, she wanted it in her this time. She worked the lips of her wet pussy open, it looked soft and amazing, I wanted her, but not till I got which I desired most and she knew. She raised a foot, placed it on my chest, while the other played around my balls. She moved down lower, and pushed my cock against my. She cuddled up next to her loving husband. "I love you, Charley," she said. "That's all. I get a look at your cock, these days, and my asshole starts itching to have it in there. You know how that is, don't you?" I guess so," said Charley, closing his eyes and trying to rest... He knew she was going to call on him to perform again, to service her anus once more, and he wanted to be sure and be ready. He couldn't quite believe the sudden change his wife had undergone. Only a week before she. Each time he let go or removed one of his hands from my breasts the intensity of the vibrator changed. I don’t know how he knew but each time I was on the cusp, on that beautifully exhausting peak of an orgasm he would lower the intensity and prolong again. My heart felt like it would beat right out of my chest.“Damon . . . please . . . I need to . . . please.” I pleaded with him.“I’ve thought about this moment for years now, you know.” he said, his breathing slightly erratic to match my own.. Stood there waiting. I was afraid and excited, both at the same time. What if I'd guessed wrong? It was possible that I was kidding myself here. Was this like an ant trying to rape an elephant? Every second that I waited seemed so much longer than that to me. By the time that I'd begun to be convinced that I had been right, and the voice would have to deal with me on a more equal footing, I started sensing that I was all alone again. I couldn't feel his presence with me at all. Silence.