I began to stroke, I was really horny, hard and wet. I watched them for about 20 minutes. I came so hard that I cant stop thinking about it, all that ...cum on my hand, shirt, pant and floor. I wipe the cum that was on the floor with my other hand. He was fvck her like theirs no tomorrow. Who knows how long they been lovers. Now, I know why she goes the "gym" 5 or 6 times a week. For the last ten months she is been training almost everyday and she goes also on Saturdays. She move her hips out and. "Feeling better this morning are we?" came the soft inquiry."Hmmm," replied the completely contented young woman."Then it is time I showed my appreciation for what you sacrificed last night. You were magnificent in your agony. I sensed your every physical and emotional pain, felt you violated, plumbed the depths of your debasement and humiliation. It was truly a memorable evening." It was for you, Mistress, only for you. You wished me to share myself with others and I did and will again as. She had dreams of sophistication which, unlike my mother, never came true. A day after her arrival, they went shopping and touring and visiting backstage leaving the ranger at the penthouse.The ranger and I talked. The ranger was a City boy, from New Jersey, but close enough. He hated it and it hated him. Bad air gave him asthma. He went hoboing and discovered he didn't like the rails or the men riding them. He hated every city he ended up in. Looking for the edges, he ended up in Duluth where. Now, seventeen years later, we were both in our late thirties. She worked as an art museum curator and I was a private dick. I had been on the force for some years until I caught an errant slug in the knee that almost cost me my leg; it did cost me my job on the force. I was a bit gimpy now, but in otherwise good shape. Oh, and as for shape, my soon to be ex-piccolo playing wife was also in primo shape: dark hair, green eyes, five-seven, one-fifteen with a butt to guarantee her immortality: she.