.Please fill me…” John pushed his hips forward ever so slowly, violating for the very first time Joyce’s tight, silky-slick, virgin pussy with h...is thick male hardness. As John slowly pushed his way in it was like entering heaven. The connection John felt, the completeness of being inside the woman he loved, how can you describe that feeling in mere words? The alphabet is an insufficient tool for such description. The sex was beyond amazing as the young lovers soon found their bodies in synch,. I hoped they had. The smell of death was familiar now, but it was no more easily borne now than it had been, at the beginning.We were nine, now. A great range of ages. Three men from Canada — fishermen now far, far from home. A housewife from St. Cloud, Minnesota. A 17-year-old boy from Atlanta — by way of Cripple Creek, Colorado. Two young black boys from Chicago. A disabled 50-year-old man and his 25-year-old daughter from Milwaukee, Wisconsin.A motley crew, perhaps, but better, somehow, than. She dimmed the lights and lit the fireplace so that it was roaring. He looked at her quizzically and said, “ its summer?”. Her eyes narrowed and she said, “just sit!”. And then added,” does anything we are doing make sense?!” He shrugged and nodded as her point hit home and obeyed her command. She turned down the temperature on the thermostat and returned with two wine glasses and the bottle. They drank in silence as she studied him. She was coiled on the couch like a jaguar, very feminine and. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I meet him at the base of the stairs for a morning face fuck. These vary a lot. Some days, he leaves my lips bruised and my throat raw as he nearly chokes me. Others, he merely stands still and lets me do all the sucking and swallowing. Most days, it is somewhere in between. Always, he finishes by holding the back of my head, pushing his cock in until his balls hit my chin, and shooting his hot load straight down my throat.Whatever day it is, he leaves for the office.