You feel everything, andevery touch sends electricity through your belly. Your organsspasm. You buck your hips. You groan, and thrash and writhe and...go crazy, as Angelo keeps thrusting into you, giving you norelief. There is laughter. "She likes it, Angelo." Your nipplesare hard, your chest sweaty. You feel hot, flushed, and you arebreathing hard, as another wave of contractions washes throughyou, like shock waves from an explosion, like an earthquake inyour body. And then it is over. . Both of us had surreptitiously adjusted our stiff cocks pretending not to notice the others predicament. Eventually Dave has asked me if I ever masturbated. I shyly admitted that yes I did and immediately asked him the same. He more openly admitted he did and said he wanted to do it now. Relaxed by his attitude I admitted my cock was aching. Dave said no more but released his cock and started to rub it! I was mesmerised by the sight of his stiff cock and purple blood suffused cock head as he. Breasts always fascinated him. He loved the weight in his hands, the feel of soft, pliant flesh as it moved at his touch. But nipples were his weakness. He could play with them for hours. His wife did not share his enthusiasm. She tolerated nipple play on occasion, but not often. And she did not seem to derive much pleasure from the attention.Roxanne decided the time had come. She relaxed her throat and allowed the purple head to enter. Pressing forward, her lips reached Tom's stomach. . “ Noooooooo!!!”I whined, “Please don’t stop!” I just wanted to feel his cock in me, his body on mine, our flesh touching as much as possible. “Turn over,” I couldn’t get to my hands and knees fast enough. I felt him position himself behind me. His hand now softly rubbing down my spine and over my huge ass. His other hand slowly rubbing up and down my slit. I moaned as his fingers danced in my slick wet pussy, making circles around the shaft of my swollen clit. Then, I felt the head of.