”In the first year of marriage... In the first year of marriage, the man speaks and the woman listens.In the second year, the woman speaks and the m...an listens.In the third year, they both speak and the neighbors listen.“What happened?” asked the hospital visitor to the heavily bandaged man sitting up in bed.“Well, I went down to Margate at the weekend and decided to take a ride on the roller coaster. As we came up to the top of the highest loop, I noticed a little sign by the side of the track.. “Oh yeah” he replies, “you?”.“Fuck yeah” I reply. I allow Mark’s ass get used to my cock, as I gently move in and out, I know I’m close, but I know if I do long strokes, the feeling subsides. I want this to last as long as possible. I pull out, turn him around, and push myself back into his ass. I can see his face, I lean in to kiss him. Our lips touch, his are warm, his tongue meets mine, his hips undulating over my cock. I move slowly, concentrating on Mark’s orgasm. I remove the condom from. They were on Presley's bed, she on all fours with Jack on his knees behind her. He spread her juicy cheeks with both hands and held his breathe as he slowly pushed his well lubricated cock into his older sister's butt. "Oh fuck!" Presley moaned as the head of her brother's penis penetrated her backdoor. She moved a hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit, closing her eyes and letting out another moan as Jack pushed himself deeper inside her.It was Presley and Jack's fourth night. ”At the door, she turned to face Grace. Peggy was perhaps an inch shorter. “I assure you, Grace, I do not pry. Your business is not my concern, nor is your family. Please rest assured that I do not peek into your windows.”Again Grace came out with that almost erotic laugh. She placed her hand on Peggy’s bare upper arm in an intimate manner. “Of course you don’t peek in windows, Peggy. I didn’t mean it that way at all. I know, know very well, that you don’t pry.Grace was looking intently at.