I use one hand to prop myself up and the other to grab her breast. I massage her breast as I fuck her hard from behind. Our bodies melt together under... the heat and passion. We both moan as the two of us get closer and closer to orgasm. I being to push harder and harder into her my breath begin to get raspy as I feel my balls begin to contract. I Thrust a few more times holding myself back from cumming. She begins to pant as her own orgasm builds to a height. Thrusting more and more she begins. Midge and Reggie now had exchanged schedules, as well as bodies, so Reggie headed to Home Ec. There she found the lesson for the day was sewing aprons. Gag me! Reggie tried to slip out, but was caught and sent back to the machine where she tangled the thread. She would weep with frustration at every try. Her bra felt tight, and she twisted around and squirmed, but it didn't help. Then she cried out. Reggie had carelessly run a needle into her fingers while hand stitching."Don't be such a baby,. I opened my eyes and looked at the clock: only 9am. After we had partied until 6am and had been pretty wasted I had expected to be out longer. But here I was, wide awake and no headache. I glanced over at my wife, she was still out for good. It had been my 30th birthday yesterday and we had celebrated with around 80 guests, family, friends, colleagues and it had been one hell of a party. I even had trouble remembering the last 2 hours. And still I was awake 3 hours earlier, feeling great as. The sort of place that the likes of me shouldn’t even be allowed to dream about, let alone live in for a couple of months. I was lying back on a sun-bed taking in some afternoon rays, sipping rum – that had been poured over crushed ice – from a long glass. Every so often Sam – a big coloured man, dressed in an immaculate white shirt and slacks, and complete with a neck tie (in that heat?) – would come to adjust the large parasol that protected my face from the sun’s glare. Sam would also send.