Amanda patted Russell’s crotch. “It sure feels like Russell enjoyed story time. Did Logan?” Amanda asked.I patted my husband’s crotch. “Oh y...eah, he’s sporting a woody. I hope you don’t mind but I’m not in a sharing mood tonight. I want my husband’s cock all to myself tonight.”“That is just fine, honey, I think I can take care of my husband’s hard cock tonight. That way we can go to sleep when we are done.”“Before you go, I want to talk about something.” Everyone got concerned. “Oh hey,. “Shut up!” I yelled with a smile. I couldn’t help it, I was very aroused by the thought of their eyes on my body.The next round that was dealt James lost and took his shirt off. The game went on until I was just in my bra and panties, and the boys were just in their underwear and socks. The next round was dealt… I lost. I nervously stood from the table and slowly rolled my white lace underwear down my legs to the floor revealing the most private part of myself to the boys at the table. I sat. More of the length disappeared inside her tender slit, sending out a shrill of excruciating pleasure. She exerted herself to welcome his tremendous girth, but in no way wanted the overwhelming sensations to stop. At this point her lover couldn't have stopped if he wanted to anyway, it was too overwhelming to abandon, and he could tell she wanted no part in turning back either. He sunk even deeper toward her fertile garden that awaited a batch of spawning seed. As his strokes picked up in. She is so exhausted when she arrives home so late. All she wants to do is to shed her grease-stained clothes. But a shower would take too much energy, and a bath would only cause her to fall asleep. No, all she can do is give in to the exhaustion, and she removes all except the prize, pulling her nightie over her head to cover her undoubtedly delicious breasts, and jumping into bed. She has slept in them all night too, though her sleep is rarely uninterrupted. She tosses and turns, constantly.