Sandy could barely stand and she certainly could not dance. She leaned against Trent, swaying erratically, completely out of synch with the music.To h...is credit, Trent hung on and supported his wife. Her need, her helplessness, and her frantic dependence on him got through to him as nothing else could have. The woman he feared he had never deserved, had never truly won, needed HIM. He could feel from her touch that it was not just the current faint that triggered her need. The need came from her. . more! Yes! That's it! Fuck me, fuck me soooo good, fuck my ass, yessss!"I pounded into her, ramming my fuckmeat into her tight hole, my hands on her hips, pulling her back on my cock every time I slammed forward. Suddenly Mags moved forward, her hands pushing back at me, and my cock departed her ass with a soft plop. "What...?" I asked worriedly, afraid I might've hurt her. But I shouldn't have worried, as Mags moved onto her back, pushing me off the bed with her feet. "Come, this way," she. I was not unhappy, but I certainly was tired.‘Let’s go home,’ I said to Jason. He’d taken my hand again, and I looked up at him with a tired smile. ‘Why don’t we watch something for a while ... have some beans on toast and go to bed early? I’m tired, love.’‘Let’s,’ he agreed. ‘Dr. Quinn?’‘Definitely,’ I sighed, happily, as Jason put his arm around me and I leant my head against his shoulder. ‘She’d better get onto marrying Sully. They’re meant to be together.’I fell asleep halfway through our. "No, I suppose not!" she smiled. The two sat down to enjoy their coffee. Peter noticed that Elizabeth was glancing up at him over her cup secretly, looking away when he caught her. Peter had put on his sweatpants and a tight white t-shirt. Normally, he only wore his sweatpants throwing on a shirt if need be for delivery people or visitors. But with having company now, he wore the t-shirt for her comfort."Peter, unless you have something else planned, I would like to take a shower?" Elizabeth.