I pull hard; feel him wince and close my jaw around it. I can feel his flesh steamy against mine, the palpitations in his chest matching my own, and t...e thick rigidity of his cock pressed against my lower stomach. I reach down with my hand, grasp hold his need within his trousers, digging my fingernails into his throbbing flesh. I want him to explode here and now all control lost. My teeth close further around his trapped lip; the unmistakable taste of blood fills my mouth. I have him trapped. This time she was grinding on me very hard and fast. I took my right hand and attempted to locate her ass. It took a few seconds but I was finally able to find it and I jammed my fingers back into her ass. I was beginning to work my way toward getting my pinky in there too when I could feel that her motions were changing and she was getting ready to cum. I did as best as I could to keep her clit in my mouth sucking on it but she was trashing around so hard that it was difficult to do so. She. She unwrapped the candle, set it aside and grabbed the battery-powered vibrator.She wasted no time. Flicking the switch at the base of the five- inch long, one-and-a-half inch wide, phallic-shaped vibrator, she slipped it beneath her housecoat. She didn't linger around the edges of her cunt. She jammed it right in - all the way. It buzzed, a low-pitched buzzing that accompanied the lightning-quick tremors. God, what a thrilling sensation. No hands could ever duplicate the fantastic effect. And. Tusker - he’s my husband, Jim Tusk - he gets these old bikes in and then rebuilds and resells them. Like this one,” she said, pointing at a gleaming chrome and purple lacquered Harley. “He picked this one up as a junker for about a thousand, put another thousand into it in parts, rebuilt it and repainted it, and we just sold it this morning for ten thousand!”“Very nice!” I commented.“I wouldn’t have picked you as the motorcycle type, Carl,” said Andrea with a smile.“Who? Me? No way!” I said,.