She stood in the hallway in her pajamas and floor length bathrobe. Her face looked shiny, as if just washed."Hi," she said, grinning. She gave me a li...tle wave of her hand. "Martha up?" Not yet." Steven, I'm outta coffee." She folded her hands beseechingly and grinned meekly. "Please?" Sure," I said, beckoning her inside. I opened the door and held a finger to my pursed lips. She nodded and tiptoed into the kitchen. Realizing I was in my t-shirt, I tiptoed to the bedroom and fetched my shirt.. However, she needed for her king to fully let go of his tension, his stress. He still held his head up, not as high, but still fighting to not fully let go of his need to control.She ran her hands gently over the red and raised areas of future remembrance while kissing his back. With each kiss, she could see his head lower. Just slightly.As she stepped back, she could see the long, thin trail of clear anticipation hang from him.She quietly removed the crop from her wrist and laid it on the. As he filled me again, I heard Chic’s voice again, “Don’t worry, he does have a condom on.”As foolish as it might be, I think I said, “Who cares.” And then I felt to two of them chuckling. Have you ever felt a laugh transmitted through a cock while it was inside you? It was the weirdest feeling, but a really good one. I think I just wanted to curl up and cum again, but that cock wouldn’t just fuck me into oblivion just yet. He was so slow and deliberate, it was actually a little frustrating. I. Martha giggled when she saw the front of his pants convulse. She reached out and ran her fingertips up the outline of his stiff prick, brushing it lightly. Then she cupped his bloated balls, lifting them in her palm as if she were weighing the amount of cum they contained.She drew his zipper down slowly, playfully, inch by inch. Jake unbuckled his belt and the front of his trousers fell open in a wide vee. His massive prick fell forward into view.Martha fondled his hairy balls and gazed.