The plan was to signal the flaming sphere, bullet, missile or 'train', whatever one might call it, to stop and pick them up. Amonas thought that first... and foremost, it was preposterous to consider that thing that rushed over their heads could be tamed, indeed made to stop. It sounded as if a man would command a falling star to cushion its fall, to peacefully glide to a stop so he could touch it. Accordingly, the idea that one could actually even board such a thing defied any kind of logic. I figured the workers were having some iced tea or maybe using the bathroom. When I went inside, however, I heard a noise upstairs. It was the unmistakable, rhythmic slapping of flesh-on-flesh, and I could hear my wife moaning her usual chant of ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ She was getting fucked, and fucked good. I hurriedly pulled off my shoes and crept up the carpeted stairs. My cock was already starting to swell at the thought of what I was going to see, and I was hoping I hadn’t missed much. I got. “Ohhhhhhh..” I sigh as he slowly enters me from behind.It feels like he’s hittin it a lot deeper in this position. Slow long drilling, in, out over and over. I feel an intense pressure being applied to my rectum as he rubs a wet thumb over it then sneaks it in my anus which felt surprisingly good but dirty at the same time. I push back on his thrusting as he picks up the pace. I was so lost in our hot union that I didn’t care if my hubby or son could hear the loud slapping noise our bodies made. She had this salt and pepper hair. It was my final year and I had straight A’s. I was her pet, I would stay in her class after school to study. It seemed to make her happy. We became friends and she invited me to her house. I met her husband. I helped her with yard work. After we would finish the work we would sit on the deck with a glass of wine and rest before I would go home. This day we finished working and we sat down. Then all of a sudden, Alice jumped up and asked if I wanted to get in.