He spanked her again and slowly pulled out three-fourths of his length, noticing his shaft was painted in her white pussy cream. He then began moving ...is hips in a rhythm for deep and long strokes.While her cervix started going numb, her phone rang and she knew it was her husband by the custom ringtone. She was sure he was drunk on this Friday night and ready to beg her once again to return with him.Fuck off, I’m not hearing it tonight, she thought, with the loud clapping of her cheeks drowning. He?d been restraining for most of thepaddle -spanking volley on his sore ass.?A loud ?PHH-RRRRR-TT? and as thestomach pressure eased Jenny gave him a swat that made her previous effortsseem insignificant as she laid into his ass for farting at her.Art?s ass was now shiny red,bleeding in places and covered with purple bruises.?THE NERVE FARTING AT ME?, as Jennynow had to deal with the stink of his fart.Jenny did the unthinkable puttingdown the paddle and picking up a thin leather belt spreading. Warmth, wetness, tightness and softness – those were the sensations which filled my mind and, as wonderful as it felt to slowly slide my insistent penis into my sister’s depths, even more wonderful was the sense of oneness and love. I felt radiating between myself and my sister like an invisible field of energy.there were a million things i could say, but all i could manage was a guttural “ugggghh!”“oh, yeeeeesssss!” she yelled in return, a cry of release and pleasure. Although she’d never had. Really well, too, but he needs to finish. You can wait out here and watch the game." She cast her eyes along his frame. "Or ... get naked and join us." She headed toward the bedroom. "Time to come, John. I'm still juiced up and ready for some more doggy sex."Tommy was no fool, and he wasn't shy. He shed his clothes as we followed Marie back to bed, hopping one-legged out of his trousers to keep up. The beer ended up on the counter.Tommy was already rising to the occasion, but I'd flagged some..