Jennifer wants to be wanted, and I want the blond. Somehow, if we desire our relationship to continue, Jennifer and I both need to get what we want in... some form or another.Arriving at our cottage after two days of travel from Virginia, I am eager to spend some time alone with Jennifer in the surrounding peaceful and serene environment. Distant from the constant distractions and relentless noise of the city, it is easier to think, to understand circumstances, oneself and others, and come to. One of the sights I like best is a man dropping his load on another man's stiff dick.I miss the cuddling up naked almost as much as the orgasms. And I miss having someone else desire me.My masturbation usually involves reading a sex story or two, then watching progressively hotter movie clips and finishing off on a scene that I found the hottest during that session. Sometimes I'd take pictures of myself, sometimes I'd lay in the tub and piss myself, sometimes I'd finger my ass, but mostly it. She moaned out loudly as her pussy was extremely wet. He fucked her slowly at first, but then picked up the pace a few minutes later. My wife cried out, “Fuck me! Fuck me!“ Matt began to fuck my wife harder as she started to squirmed about the bed. Matt looked over too Tim and said, “She is a wild one! She likes being fuck hard!” Matt held her down tightly to the bed as he began pound his cock even harder into her. A few seconds later my wife screamed out into a very powerful orgasm. Her body. There was no doubt that Karen was in command here and I gladly welcomed that. I responded to her, grateful that she was sharing her experience with me. The kiss was long and passionate but never hurried. We were both savoring it to the fullest. I was in heaven.As the kiss continued Karen's fingers traveled down to the buttons on my shirt. Gradually she unbuttoned every one until my shirt was open. I gasped as she ran her hands over my chest. I felt her fingers moving in small circles around my.