I groaned, a low sound from deep in my throat, and sank slowly onto his spear. He let me fall gently forward onto him. I didn’t feel as though I h...d any strength anywhere but inside. My hips barely moved, but my cunt muscles kept fluttering on him as my head came to rest on his chest. He moved my legs until I was crouched on my knees, he grabbed my hips and began pumping me up and down on his cock, using just the strength of his arms. I remember hardly making any sound at all now - if. Even though the times were over the top hot you really can't get away with that fact so, I'm going to tell of the humiliating side of sharing my wife for all those years.Our discretion was paramount, if friends and family found out what we got up to would have been the biggest embarrassment of our lives hence hooking up with married men who wanted to play outside their own marriages. Less likely to kiss and tell or bother us in between our get together sessions.Ok, first humiliating fact is. The teacher rose to her feet holding out her hand to the class as she did. It was slick and glossy, as his jizz rolled over it, down the back and plam and over her wrist. “Here it is. Semen. There are thousands, millions, of sperm in this sample.” She tittered playfully before licking. “Along with a sugary, sweet seminal fluid, hehe.” Michael just leaned back against the desk panting as he took stock of what had just occurred. She turned to him and affectionately pushed his sweat soaked hair. ”“Cheep. Cheep. Cheep,” the tiny chicken responded as it staggered to its feet, bent its tiny neck back as it stretched, fluttered its wings and headed for the manure pile to do its business.The two peed in the piss/brain bucket before Morales started a fire, rinsed and primed the percolator and put it on the center rock to heat. While waiting on the fire to burn down enough to cook their breakfast, he grabbed a shovel, and, with the wolf, went to do their business, the ever-present cocked.