He grinned at me then gritted his teeth, trying to keep his concentration. He was in obvious discomfort, and wanted to let fly a load of cum. Dashelle...was doing her best to break him. Her tongue and lips made him know that wanted him to lose it. Her long sculptured nails traced the bugling veins in his cock. She squeezed his dick hard, wrapping her fingers around the shaft as far as they would go. She scratched his nuts and traced lines on his scrotum with her nails. His concentration was. "Good, what was I doing? Giving you a hand job, blow job, or were you pounding me?" "No, I was just making sweet love to you, while kissing you." "Oh, that's sweet. A few hours ago, I told you right on that computer, that I loved you, and I meant it. You told me you loved me too. Call me crazy, but I think our love can survive you masturbating, don't you think?" "Yes." "May I make it up to you for the not so funny yelling?" she wondered, getting down onto her knees. "Its alright, Sharon." "No,. He then worked his dick in beside them and fucked me panties and all. When I felt his jet of cum I groaned with him but he hadn't actually made me orgasm. He pulled out and while he was getting dressed I slipped the panties off, folded them into a tight bundle and handed them to him. He looked at them sheepishly before snatching them out of my hand, sniffed them and pushed them into his pocket. I had one thing left that I needed to satisfy my slut night wish list. I got on all fours aimed my. Obviously there was something very wrong with their marriages.Vicky realized that Don wasn't too tired for sex after all. He was just too tired for her. And she had to admit that after seven years of marriage, the excitement had gone out of their love-making. But what could she do about it?Joan was having identical thoughts. Obviously the fire had gone out of her sex life, but what was the solution? Wrap up Shelly and present her to Frank for Christmas? There had to be some other answer.The.