I had what it seemed I always needed.Then he eased an inch more in and I just accepted it. I actually wanted it even deeper. But he was building the p...leasure in steady increments.My arsehole was stretching. My arsehole was accepting. My arsehole was also feeling like it was bursting, but I was so happy.Steve eased out. I couldn’t bear it. My arse felt deprived. But he licked my arse again. It felt even better this time. He gaped my arse wide and spat in it again. Then he ploughed his pecker. He pushed his legs out and thrust his loins upward. The purple head of his prick was shaped like a mushroom and the fat, dark vein that seamed the underside of his cockshaft was as big as Claire's little finger. His balls were enormous. Although the woman was being forced to do this, she could not deny to herself that she wanted to do it, as well. She hungered for his tasty looking prickmeat and for the jism it held.She blew her warm breath over his cockhead.Mike worked his cock muscles,. The fluid, obviously, was mostly lymphatic excretions. The tantrums and mood swings were indicative of the huge amounts of hormones I’ve been feeding her. Based on all of this, I removed her completely from the progesterone and estrogen, adding a small dose of a common testosterone drug, instead. I’d begun prolactin in the third week, and I’d bumped up the suction on the breast pump twice. I figured this should do it. Today, I learned that was an understatement.For those of you who haven’t. I didn't say a word at first just stood there letting him fondling them squeezing each lobe tight "dam you have a round soft ass" he said I just smiled more putting my lips to his and we embraced in a long wet kiss using lots of tongue. I could feel his cock starting to get hard pressing on my mid section so as we kissed more I started rolling my hips grinding to him, his hands went up more going in the back of my panties now feeling my bare cheeks and I felt like I was going to explode. Slowly.