"I don't know," she said, "But it does make me want to take more pictures with you. Can we take our own sex pics and maybe even a video?" "Of course,"...Rob said. "That would be so hot." Rob continued to scroll through pictures as Marni talked. He stumbled on a few that had wife sharing captions-things like "every wife deserves to be shared," and "sharing is not a sign of weakness, but a sign of strength." The pictures associated with these captions all had pictures of women thoroughly enjoying a. Sometimes she was harder to satisfy than I was, or she'd say, "Lemme do it one more time so I know it wasn't an accident." She's really a good pupil, in spite of her effervescence. When she's in student mode she's serious and attentive, totally focused, almost worshipful, much to my chagrin.On the other hand, when she's not in student mode I have to watch my back. The little imp still has a thing for my ass. Fortunately the feeling is mutual.One problem was figuring out how to improve her entry. The Ocean People never knew hunger. Every day the sea provided a bounty of fish, crab, lobster, shrimp and sometimes seal or dolphin. Even the sky had its bounty of birds that the Ocean People caught in nets they threw off the side of steep hills. There were also more familiar animals such as deer, okapi and antelope that wandered towards the sea and could be easily speared on the sand or pebbles where they were no longer so fleet of foot.’ ‘The Ocean People must have considered themselves. She felt as if the swelling inside her had already begun from bruising, but it was difficult to tell while still being stretched from a cock 3 times larger than her ex-husband’s. Linda tried to let her mind wonder to get through this. She thought about how nice the hair felt running over the back and waist and how under other circumstances it would feel wonderful. She realized something about the way she was held tight but the huge hands.....it was comforting in a way since she had no control.