Once inside Jessica began ripping her clothes off, Gene just stood there staring at her, "Ohh sorry I hope you don’t mind but I prefer to be nude" s...e said as he continued to stare and eventually replied "No problem, I prefer my meat nude as well" he said as Jessica walked around the cabin, "So where are we going to do this?, id like to see the setup before you spit me" Jessica said, Gene put his hand on her shoulder, "this way" he said leading her out the back of the cabin.What she saw next. He moaned and squirmed a little in the sweat-dampened sheets. Beneath those sheets he felt and heard the crackle of plastic—in case he had an accident and lost control of his bladder or bowels as he died. Somehow the realization that Wendy, as practical as ever, had thought to take such sensible precautions made it all that much more chillingly real.?That’s it, honey,? his wife said, approvingly, ?just let it happen.?She calmly squirted some hand lotion into her palms and rubbed her hands. God, I wantedit inside of me so much that I was delirious with desire. I got up onone knees, pulled my stocking and panties down to my knees, and thrusttwo fingers inside of me, then three. I couldn’t get enough. I wanteda cock inside of me. I thrust four fingers inside of me, up past myknuckles, again and again. I imagined myself to be lowering my cunt onto my enormous 8inch dildo with John watching nearby as I thrust four fingers insideof me. My legs began to shake and my temperature. His deep thrusts never faltered. Her heels dug into the back of his thighs, her hips rocking impatiently, demanding him to hurry, every stroke was delicious, sending a bolt of blinding sensation through her, and she just wanted—needed—more. She panted, ‘Sascha. I love you.’ That was his undoing. He roared and hammered into her frantically, each thrust a brand of his ownership, each causing her stomach to knot tighter and tighter. He knew, hazily in the back of his mind, that there was no.