The rapture of receiving pleasure …pleasure given to us…for us…her arse held her complete being.Still Beth’s pussy’s craved play time too…... it would not be denied….she was teasing her clit with her fingers while her arse was pucker fucked.“My cunt now…please” …the politeness more confronting than her crude language for her fem-cave. She was clearing the table with her butt, the paperweight push back, the letter opener nearly stabbing her ivory skin, a photo frame hitting the floor and breaking…. "Oh no" I say, on your side. I had my reasons. Ken presses himself into her, things looked to be going slow, then he popped out. Stacy kind of used her palm as a kind of backstop. Ken finally pulled one of her legs up high and grabbed her hips. He had leverage. The sound she made upon his forcing in was something other than pleasure. "Do the bitch hard Ken" I instruct. "Not too hard" says Stacy. "Very hard Ken, be the caveman". Which my hubby did. He began stroking hard and not letting. The thoughts quickly passed, but a few seconds his man’s most primitive, most predatory instincts had surfaced. They were like a tonic, a fierce piercing injection of adrenaline that both invigorated and exacerbated the sexual tension overwhelming his body. He lifted her like she was a baby, and carried her into her bedroom. The time had arrived. Their moment had come. He and she, Cal and Maureen, were about to share, about to complete the greatest experience two people in love could ever. "What the hellam I doing down here?" Beats me sis," Kristy said with a grin, "you always were a weird girl."Mary just rolled her eyes at her dorky sister and thought of all theweird and kinky things she and jack had done. "If only you knew," Marysaid smugly as she pushed past her sister."Tell Jack I said hello," Kristy yelled as Mary made her way upstairs.Mary ignored her sister's comments and made her way to her room. "Timefor me to get some deep dicking," she thought as she dialed.