There was so much squirt juice on me that it looked as if I had been in a shower. I could feel the beads of her juices running down my chest.She kisse...d me and said "Wow, I knew you would be a great fuck", "Let me finish you". She laid back on the floor and spread her legs. I climbed on her missionary style and used the edge of the couch to give me leverage as I fucked her. I fucked her slow and easy. She said she could feel my abdomen grinding on her clit which gave her two more orgasms. She. But, computers almost never hallucinate.”“What day is it?” I asked “1 pm Monday afternoon.” was the answer. Jesus Christ I was tripping for more than 72 hours? I started toward the shower I have be at work in 2 hours this is going to be rough. After a quick hot shower and I was cramming sandwiches in my face and trying to walk to the car without making a face. My pussy lips were still lose and the friction was keeping me on the edge of orgasm. My voice said from the table “Time passes. Her driver stopped directly abreast the first. Once more, as the maîtresse waved her whip, the lights dimmed and, spotlighted, yet another pony girl entered the ring, this time with a female driver, hair cut short. She was more liberal with the whip than the other drivers, snapping it closer to pony girl. This pony girl had black, crisp hair spectacularly framing her delicate features, a coal black tail on her butt plug, which waved provocatively as she pranced around the track with her. While still sitting, Anita took this massive thing into her little hands and she began sucking on it. Paul closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure. I could not wait to see my slutty wife struggling to make fit that monster dick in her tight cunt…After Paul finally stood at full erection, he sat on the couch and made my little wife straddle his lap. I watched her delicate hand as it guided that black hose pipe between her soaking wet pussy lips. She rubbed it back and forth between her lips.