Next thing I hear, is Jen asking Jim and Heather to show her one of their sexy movies ... They put one on and Jen snuggled up to me on the sofa as Jim... and Heather did the same on a big arm chair next to us. As soon as the movie started, they were kissing and touching each other and Jen was watching them intently while squeezing my cock.It wasn’t long before Heather had Jim’s cock out and was openly wanking him while Jen stared in disbelief. I told Jen to get my cock out and do the same, so she. This time, Phil was in full power, more sure of himself than any time before. He kept me in the window for two more hours, fucking me from behind every twenty minutes. For all this time, the old lady in the distance was also leaning out of the window, although I doubt she had pleasures comparable to my ones. I waved to her between orgasms. I was past the fifth orgasm when Phil took a break. He didn’t withdraw, just stopped thrusting. My body agreed with the pause as long as he was firmly. I pulled my knees up and opened my legs. His cock was hard enough already and he guided his knob into my wet and waiting vagina. My pussy was so wet, his cock slid easily into me. He supported himself on both arms while he fucked me. He clearly had no concerns about fucking me in front of Sandra. Our eyes met and I whispered "I love you fucking me".Sandra watched closely, her mouth slightly open. She got off the bed, stood up and unzipped her cropped trousers and allowed them to fall to the. He’d been walking for days, or so it seemed, and every bone in his body had pleaded, protested, and eventually given out. Now only on his knees, he agonizingly negotiated the seaweed strewn beach to reach the object of his desire. In the distance, framed by a murky orange sunset was a cottage, a musty-dusty period piece, crumbling to oblivion to the irregular beat of his failing heart. Yet, it had been home for the last ten years, and for one blissful hour a year, did a very good job. According.