I was feeling an urgent need to fuck Julie, not just make love but fuck.I slid down between Julie's legs, positioning myself. I entered her easily. Sh...e was also very moist and ready. I could feel how hot and swollen she was. I began to thrust as I kissed my wife, wrapping my arms around her shoulders. She moved in rhythm with me. We were both making noises of passion but I didn't care. I was not self-conscious at all, in fact, I wanted them to hear us. I could hear them and the sounds they. ‘I can do this!’ Lynn glanced around for any sign of an on coming spider, uncertain of anything at this point other than she was alone, ‘Where’s spider-man when you need him. Look’s like I’ll have to rescue my self.’ She was able to get her body free but her hands and feet were still stuck and holding her. She pulled a foot free and began working her way down the web, very slowly. Then a hand pulled loose and found another hold, lower. Strangely, the less force used to pull away from the string. “You want to see more,” June pressed. I looked into her large oval brown eyes. She bit down on her lower lip and smiled. “Let me show you everything,” June said, taking my hand in her and pulling me into a standing position and then in to the bar area. She led me hand in hand across the bar to a small closet where there was a sprinkler riser. As she opened the door, she flipped on a light switch which illuminated the room. About that time, the main door opened and we were both bathed in. But my second favorite freaky way to fuck turned me on even more than piss-fucking did. And that was porn-fucking.Porn-fucking===========Pornography had always played a major role in Ray's life. Long before I had ever met Ray, he had already managed to amass a large collection of pornographic "men's magazines" (Hustler, Penthouse, Playboy, etc.). And I was also aware of that small, ever-changing "stash" of men's magazines that Ray kept hidden in the back of the cupboard, underneath the bathroom.