John had more control than Lawrence. He was a profession porn star and could control himself better. The determination on his face said, "You're not g...oing to out fuck me, woman."John lifted Belinda off and put her on her hands and knees. He re-entered her pussy and began to slam her against the back of the sofa. He was grunting and she was moaning loudly. Every two or three minutes Belinda would cum again. A noticeable wet spot had formed on the sofa cushion below her pussy. The sweet little. Talk about left field."He let out a short snort before exploding into a loud hoot of laughter."Hell Jack I was about to tear your butt off for calling me out to a little half-arsed yacht. We all thought it was drugs or terrorists or refugees; or; - well any bloody thing but this. What the hell is this anyway?"Jack was enjoying himself immensely."Well unless I'm very much mistaken Max, it looks like a centaur. "Uhhm- I beg your pardon! She looks like a centaur, if you don't mind," corrected. We drove to a little pub outside town for a drink there wasn’t a male head that didn’t turn to follow my wife from the entrance to the table which made her blush, but after a few wines Jolie became relaxed and even flirted a little when she went to the toilets before we left.We arrived at the carpark and parked in one corner there were two cars next to each other, me and my wife both had butterflies. One of the cars put their indicators on, so l did the same, he came and parked my side of the. "I have to wear a wedding dress?" I hear the horror in my voice. "I have to walk down the aisle with everyone staring a me? I have to marry myself?"Jen looks both mischievous and loving. He drops to one knee. He takes my hands. I am trembling with fear - and maybe something else. Emotions are like fireworks in my body and brain. Jennifer says with what used to be my voice, "My darling, I love you and I always will - no matter what bodies we are in. Will you marry me?"I feel incredibly weird. My.