I don’t know how they could reconcile their worldly lust with their professions as holy men, and at that moment I didn’t care. I just loved their ...thick, meaty cocks fucking my married holes.My big breasts were shaking like jello as I was pounded from above and below, and the men got into a good, alternating rhythm that was giving me almost continuous orgasms. It took the men ten minutes that time, before they buried their cocks to the balls in my ass and pussy, as I felt the syncopated. " I can't ever be like that with you? Someone you care about like that?" See? You should be asking that question about you, not about me. You think if you give something, other people should be willing to give you everything, and it never works good that way. Other people aren't always supposed to give you more than you give them." What about Emily? I was ready to give her to you too, as long as you loved me the best." You don't own Emily, Brenda. You can't give her to me." I didn't mean give.. She pulled closer, lightly touching her cheek to Dana’s. Whispering in her ear, “I like the spontaneous reactions of an entwined embrace.” Violett’s other hand cupped behind Dana’s elbow and Dana reciprocated. “I like the singular consciousness that erupts from passion,” she continued, “I let my actions get carried by the moment.” Those words touched her so deeply.Dana felt their breasts press against each other and then the flatness of their stomachs. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath. Her husband was average height about 5'10'' dark hair , blue eyes witha lean swimmers build. His looks were average but John always had a smile on his face. " What are you looking at? " he asked as he noticed her standing in the doorway. " You. Can I help it if I enjoy the view," she replied. " Of course I can always say the same of you." as he looked her up and down.Sharon was her usual weekend morning self.A short black satin robe that was open. Showing offher tan toned body with her.