His heart, he knew at that moment, would be forever changed. His eyes focused on what his fingers were doing, caressing her neck and cheek, willing he... to understand the depth of feeling he had for her. Wishing he could transfer to her how much he loved her. Change. What is love? he considers now. Loving another means being willing to change those things within and without ourselves, to accept love over pain. For Her he was willing to change. Poetry was the smoke-filled air that made his chest. Women, different then men, can have many orgasms and maintain themselves at an orgasmic plateau in the same session. I have been able to hold my wife in that plateau for long times, (oh, don't know, 30, 45 minutes) and having her cum in quantities that drenched the bed sheets with a lot of liquid. I have been understanding my wife's orgasm depending on what is coming from her pussy. I can eat my wife's pussy and feel the fantastic taste of regular juices. That is one type of orgasm. But there. Then she turned back and I started to lick her ass. I inserted my face in between her assets and then began licking her. She smelled so good. Coming to sucking of aunty. She was really a pro sucker. Guess her husband is an idiot. She was really good at sucking.Then she widely opened her pussy and I went on to lick her pussy. She moaned very badly which made me go crazy and I really licked hard and made her cum in 5minutes. Then she asked me to insert my cock into her pussy.. Aaahh ohhh.. Yes…. He groans in ecstasy as I build up a rhythm, occasionally grinding my hips. His grabs my wrists and forces them behind my back, taking my nipple into his mouth. I moan as I feel his warm tongue flick and play with the tender nub. I ride his cock hungrily, craving the orgasm he denied me. I struggle forward to kiss him, licking the taste of our mingled sweat from his lips. He growls and thrusts deeper, faster, bringing us closer to the end. The pleasure is building so much I feel it like.