”“We have a washing machine?”“Yes, we have two large, commercial washers - like those in a laundromat - only we don’t have to put quarters i...n, to use them.”They had the food laid out on long tables, and we were able to go down both sides as we filled our platters with salad, baked potato, and one of the largest cuts of steak I have ever put on a platter.I was the last in line to make my way past the food tables and when I placed my platter on the table, everyone was looking at me like I was. I continued to jerk my cock not leaving my cover. The caresses of such sort may not leave some one indifferent, and a couple of minutes later starting regaining herself back she started to swing to her boss. Afraid that Iris will wake up, he not without regret left her legs and caressing his penis put it to my wife’s vagina. I noticed that his penis was noticeably thinner then my, but two or three inches longer. Easily he pushed his head into Iris’s pussy. Feeling a hard cock inside her, she. Designs and engineering went smoothly. Construction, however, didn't- long story short, there was an explosion, and she lost three fingers to a piece of metal flying off of the cart. They were sowed back on though, thank goodness.If it weren't for that one evening, I'd probably be sitting and holding her hand right now, running my fingers over those three little scars- the symbol of our scientific progress."Do you have Mead?" I asked the bartend. I hadn't been to this place before. If I had a. .. orally ... to repay yours," she giggled.We lay down on the couch, right beside each other on our sides, facing each other's genitals. I put my head on her thigh and she lifted her stump up so that I could work on her pussy as well. Meanwhile, she started to work on my cock with her hands and mouth. Sometimes she moaned from her pleasure.Suddenly she said, "Tell me before you cum, will you? I want your sperm in my pussy instead."The thought got both of us close to orgasm, but I managed to.