Kristal’s pussy was the wettest it’d ever been, she was flowing like a river. As worked up as I was, there was no slow ramp up on pace after I pen...etrated her. Instead, I immediately grabbed hips and began to hammer her pussy in jack hammer style. My wife braced herself on the bathroom counter as I pounded away, grunting and groaning with each thrust of my shaft. I reached around and found her clit, and began to gently play with it, rolling it between two fingers. We looked at each other in the. To the, "torch the bitch at any cost," trolls ... do not read this story. You won't like it. If you do read it I can only think you must be masochistic.My story, "It's the thought that counts," received more comments than any of the other stories I've written, by far. A lot of those comments dealt with the over the top reaction of Jim. This sequel deals with his reaction as well as Cathy's fantasy.I believe this story has enough details to stand alone but I would suggest reading its. Deedee giggles and I grin, as we hear the exciting sounds — pops and crunches of glass jars and bottles, cracks of breaking wood and plastic like lady fingers exploding, the tighter-tighter-tighter high pitched moaning sounds of the hydraulic mouth, squeezing-squeezing-squeezing, more crunches and pops muted in its mouth now, then a low pitched groan, ARRRRRHHH, sounding like a long, deep, stretching yawn until the man shoves the lever back. He steps up onto the bumper ledge again, yells ‘Yo!’. It was then that I felt the fingernails scratching down my back again, painfully, and down my buttocks, lingering at my own anus, then a small hand cupped my balls. Within moments, one of my testicles was engulfed in a mouth, even as I was fucking my lady's ass. It nearly made me spill my seed right there, but just before eruption the mouth left me. I gather by the sudden tension from my lady's other lover that he had just received the same treatment. I swear he must have nearly burst through.