"She did that while I took the bread out of the bread maker. "How many slices of bread each?" We'll have two each, I think. Thick, please." Me too." I... cut six thick slices and put them in a bread basket.Sam brought her stash from the fridge over to the counter, next to me. "Do you mind if we have some Brussels pate too? We love it, you know." No problem. You can have anything you fancy." Not the pickled herring, though. Yuck, raw fish." Sam made a face."So no sushi either or smoked salmon?". Afterwards she can never remember what happened, can't say "we did this and then we did that," all she can remember is isolated feelings and sensations that keep her awake at night and catch her off guard during the day, making her instantly wet and ready for him again. And this is why she's not ready to walk away just yet.Several times before she's given herself set time limits, 'next Sunday', or 'one more week', and each time she's found herself thinking, "just one more time, once more and. .. , “Patricia, I’ve told you this before. This is Air Force One...”This one is compliments of ukdave‎An Englishman went on a golfing holiday to Spain, after a successful round he gravitated to his hotel bar where he was served by a gorgeous Spanish girl. They really hit it off and they finished up in his bed where they made passionate love. He reached for the phone and she said “What are you doing?”.He said “I am ringing for a bottle of champagne so that we can celebrate!”She said “Seberiano. Sharon lay still on the bed gently rubbing her clit and squeezing her left tit as Helena leant back and took to squatting over Paul so that all that came into contact was cock and cunt. She bounced up and down, up and down, up and down and her calf and thigh muscles were as tight as rope. Sharon had recovered and was kneeling up with her back to me rubbing her cunt whilst watching the action. She leant forward and started to kiss Paul and her arse and cunt glistened at me as she continued to.