My wife was now bouncing on top of the Parisian man, taking his whole cock into her pussy. He was thrusting hard and fast into her, whispering sweet n...othings into her ear, making her giggle and moan.I thrust deep into her tight French ass and she moaned, my balls slapping against. She played with her clit as I filled her ass up with my cock, making sure she would never forget it.My wife and the Parisian man made their way over to us, he slid under his girlfriends body and began licking her clit. There was no sense of 'Jane' in there at all, which was odd because he could feel her. Not as the bright spot she usually appeared to be in his mind, but as something he couldn't actually get a 'direction' on. Then he felt a tug and suddenly he was in Lea's realm.Lea was sitting on the soft grass holding Jane in Her lap. She was stroking Her Priestess' forehead as She whispered soft words. Jane's face was peaceful, and Ken's 'sense' of his wife returned with full force."They're here for you now. He went down the few stairs that he had climbed and shut the door. After his experiences that evening, Steve found that freeing his cock from his Jockey briefs was harder work than bringing it to climax.He sniffed his right hand, which still retained Shannon's odor, for a few seconds before beginning a vigorous stroking over the toilet bowl. He cleaned up the spatters, used the facilities to piss as well, and washed his hands. The latter was a matter of real regret, but he could hardly keep his. I paused long enough to attach the exhaust hoses to the tail pipes of the bike. "What's that for?" she asked. "You'll see," I responded as I took her in my arms. My hands freely roamed all over her body as our tongues intermixed, her soft moans heightened my desire for her. My hands finally slid under her skirt where I rubbed her tight bottom through her silky panties.I was surprised to discover that she wore nylons and not pantyhose and I told her how much I loved her choice in lingerie. "I.