His nut-sacks flailed my crotch as he hit the bulls-eye - make that cow's-cunt - centered perfectly for maximum penetration.After a while in a paradis...e of multi-mini-O's, where time was suspended, I became aware that his pace was quickening and the energy was increasing exponentially. I knew what was cumming and raced to meet my son at the goal line, with a mutual climax. Indeed, our parallel paroxysms peaked perfectly together. I felt the flood of hot jism squirt into my womb - I was like a. She would have to put forth her best effort to undo whatever damage her time with Greg caused in her husband. 'She didn’t really understand, was it his ego suffering? Did Dan doubt his manhood? Had Artsy turned him down? Could it just have been me being with Greg?' 'Oh my God, if it was night, would the door be locked? The light might not always be on.' As troubled and confused thoughts travelled around her brain, Laura’s hips began to work to draw Dan to her being. She lifted and she. I could see her mouth move, whereupon Alfred took her nipples between two fingers and pinched them. And as she moved yet a step closer, his mouth closed on one of them, while his hand caressed the other. By now my cock was straining my pants the same way as Alfred's was straining his. Then the sounds returned, and I heard my dear wife moan: "That's lovely, Alfred. Come, let's sit down on the sofa, we can't stand here all afternoon." She took his hand and guided him to the sofa. A minute later. She waved at me when I passed by. On my second trip by the pool, Sally was also out there. A bright yellow bikini, that was at least 2 sizes too small was the only thing separating what God gave her from the rest of the world. Her vibrant breasts were straining at the thin straps, and the strings that tied the front to the back of the bottoms had barely enough string to tie a bow. It was pretty easy to make my glances not so obvious, after all, my wife was there, and she's still a very.