My cries are echoing around the room as he pounds his hard cock into me. He can feel me cumming, squeezing him, so tight and hot and wet. He pulls out... turns me over onto my stomach, raises my butt and slides his cock into my pussy and begins thrusting, still feeling me clenching. He moistens his thumb with my juices, and as he is thrusting, he slides it into my ass, probing slowly. Then in time with his thrusts, I cum again, harder, my cries muffled against the cushions. Mmmm. He holds me. It was interesting to watch her in the kitchen where we'd once both cooked in as she made coffee and, rather nervously, moved around. Eventually she settled and leaned against the other side of the island as we continued talking. I have to admit that I was enjoying looking at her and remembering some of the fun we had. She's a slim brunette with shoulder length hair and a great complexion and the most lovely boobs. They're 36Ds, obviously not firm, but they never got saggy even after the kids. They were perky and took it well.o o Q. Do they throw out the tattered wrecked outfits somewhere after they stripped you?o A. No, I wore them home unless they had been shredded or ripped to pieces.o o Q. Did the hands up your shorts or on them make you horny?o A. All the hands did stimulate me. They just wanted so badly to strip me. My shorts protected me for awhile. The stimulation was unreal.o o Q. Were you a screamer or moaner.o A. I screamed when I was fucked. Loudly.o o Q. . I unbuttoned your shirt and took it off of you while you unzipped the rest of my dress and let it fall to the floor around my ankles. You shed your pants as well, then turned me around so that my back was to you. You kissed the back of my neck as your hands moved up my body to grab my breasts. I reached between us to stroke your cock as you moved both of us the counter in front of the mirror in your dressing room.Looking in the mirror, I could see you behind me, kneading my breasts in your.