I was a young 23 years old married to a great guy and I just wanted to see what he saw in me. I had blonde hair flowing to the middle of my back. I ...was pleased with my 36D breast and I know for damn sure he was too. As I put my hands on my hips I thought for the first time in my life that I was hot. I mean the kind of hot girl that you found in playboy or penthouse magazines. The whistle of the tea kettle brought me back down to earth and I ran to shut it off. I sat at the table. An Aryan's dream - she quickly decided.She gazed up from her slab in to the depths of those clear blue eyes and almost swooned. From far off, she heard her voice, faint and tremulous, assuring him that he was not to reproach himself. These things happen, after all!It seemed as if only seconds had passed when Veronica found herself letting herself back into her flat. What a day it had been!The rescue scene had been shot and re-shot a hundred and one fold and she ought by rights to have lost. Fuck each other's brains out. But don't cum! Don't you dare cum!"The sheer vindictiveness in Melinda's voice worried him. The distressed whimper that Heather gave a moment later outright scared him.Jason felt himself move towards the bedroom again. He couldn't tell if he was doing it of his own will or if someone was nudging him along. He managed to hesitate for a second before stepping into the open doorway.He was so taken aback by what he saw that he could not utter a word.It was Melinda's. Tridents sliding endlessly, demandingly, as her muscles spasm in ecstatic bliss. Feeling them clamping about you as she nears her climax, her entirety given over to the complete pleasure of being yours, to have and to hold, from this day forth. Slam them into her. Both together. Conjoined. Driving hard into her aching orgasming flesh. Mercilessly hammering at her groin as she spirals into bliss. Each rampant ravaging insertion exploding through her near-senseless body. Oh, and don't forget to.