” I look at Angie and she is looking at her wine glass not giving me any help with the conversation. I glare at Angie but she adverts my gaze.Sylvia...spoke “Terry, it is really quite simple, do you have fantasies about exploring your submissive side? Bob and I are open to the idea and I have love dominating men and currently do not have submissive men in my life.” “I guess that I have talked with Angie about bondage in the past and we have tried it in the past.” I replied.Sylvia then says, “Why. Coming almost out then forced back in hard. "HARDER" she said.And again I did. "HARDER" "FUCK ME HARDER” she screamed again. I took hold of her hips and began really slamming into her sloshy fuck hole. The noise that was coming out of her mouth where animalistic. I had her OHHING and AHHING. It felt so good. She begin to pinch and twist on my nipples as I was fucking her pussy like an animal gone wild. I have unbelievable stay power and I must have made Alison cum at least another three. I desire her with a part of me so ancient that it is nothing more than the spawn of patience. I look at her and wonder what it would be like to know her touch on my skin. Soft? Harsh? Dominating? Submissive? This part of me, an elder of mankind be eons, does not wonder… it waits. It waits for the answers to come. If they never come, then it simply shrugs and continues to do as it has always done. So don’t speak to me of desire. How many of you know what it is like to look upon someone and know. She could tell I was about ready to explode all over John's face and in his mouth when she suddenly pulled all the way out of me and knocked me off of him.I started reaching for my cock to finish off and she yelled at me that I better not even think about it. Damn, my balls were so swollen with the build up they actually ached. I didn't know what to do. She helped me up (my legs were a little wobbly) and led me over the the coffee table in front of the couch. She had me lay down on my back and.