I felt her hands grab my shaft and guide me to her opening. I looked at her eyes, drank them in and rammed my cock into her. She closed her eyes and a...rched her back, allowing me to penetrate her as deeply as possible. She let out a moan and I knew that she was not far from ecstacy. I slipped out of her and pushed home again, hard and fast. "oh yes" she breathed. "Harder, fuck me harder." Her hands were running through her hair and her expression was intense.I reached down and ran my hands over. .Wese v muze susu karne ki jagah ko dekhne me avi sharm aati he me avi isi ko hi chum k apko de sakunI thik he sona tumhara aaj b’day he tum mere badan ko gift samaz loFir wo meri gand ki ched ko chumma hi nai kas k chusna shuru kar diaI kya maza de rahe ho aww aaaWo ok me avi ek ek kar k ungli gusa rah hun apko dard hoga to boliyegaI hmmAvi wo apna sabse patli ungli ko gusaya me v apna spincter khol k uski ungli gusane me madad ki fir dhire dhire kar k apna angutha v gusaya muze bohut maza. He parked them on the table in front of me and shoved his hand back up under my top. "Your sister says things aren't too good at home..."I picked up the papers -- they were pictures, printed two to a page on standard paper. They wouldn't have won any awards, but they were clear enough ... clear enough to recognize Dan -- and that blonde -- in a clinch in an elevator!Every page got worse. I was shaking like a leaf when I got to the bottom of the stack. Thinking you knew something was different. She had done things that he had only dreamed of. He had been whipped. No question. After twenty-five years of marriage he was back to only dreaming about it. It reminded him of a joke he had heard at Harry's Bar. One guy asked his friend, "What do a blow job and eggs Benedict have in common?" I have no idea," replied his friend with a chuckle."They are two things you don't get at home."Hearing a sound he turned to see an attractive woman in her late forties sit down at the other end of the.