And horniness. He hesitates and lowers his head as he mutters shit under his breath. Whats your problem?! I ask a little too abruptly. I.. I dont have... a condom Fuck it. Im on the pill I whisper in his ear as I smile at him. He grins and forcefully pulls me closer and my hips hover over his hard cock. I slowly lower myself and I moan as he fills my tight cunt up. His hands rest on my hips. He guides me up and down on his shaft as my hands grip onto his shoulders. He reaches towards my clit and. Then Annette stepped in his life and nothing was the same again.Annette felt that with her busy fuck schedule that Wednesdays would work out the best. She couldn't do it on Mondays because she got her hair done each and every Monday, and almost every other day of the week she was busy with other sexual acquisitions.Right at that very moment she made him get down and suck her pussy just to show him who was 'boss'. She gave him precise instructions on when to stimulate what and just how to. .." Why stupid?" Fang Ridge... bugbear... tribe... caravans don't go... through there.Too... dangerous. Slaver caravan... lost there... some time ago..."As he uttered the last words, the girl slurped his cock so deep into hershallow mouth that the head brushed against her throat. This stimulationas too much, and as she squeezed and massaged his member, he buckedagainst the bed and ejaculated violently. A torrent of hot, sticky cumroiled down the girl's throat as if a dam had burst and released. When you're six foot six and two hundred and fifty pounds, comfort is a big consideration.Their sex life was raucous and uninhibited. Eleanor had been the catalyst for their adventures together and the leader of this conventional man's rebirth as a lover. He was big and powerful and enthusiastic, but it was her coaxing and teaching and demonstrating that had released him from his former confines.He discovered the true joy of making love to his beautiful wife, and he willing schooled himself in.