She was Latina (not to generalize), if you get my meaning. I used to love hearing her get fucked, though I don't think her boyfriend did a good job at... that. During this one time, I remember them have sex. It was that familiar sound of balls or body spanking against ass or body. She made the most erotic moans... I had to drop my sweats down to my ankles and start stroking my cock. Then the sounds stopped and the whole scenario took an awesome turn. I heard her beg for more. Verbally say "don't. "When you stop doing what you're told, we're done."It was as if they were the only two people in the room. There were Bart's eyes and Bridgette's eyes and noise and clamor and jostling people didn't exist. Bridgette could see the clock ticking in Bart's eyes - he'd made his investment and was waiting for it to bear fruit. She was amazed at the confidence and control he displayed. She grasped her top and pulled it over her head, tossing it onto the floor without looking where it went.Shannon. Wanting to know the names of the other waterfront developments that, like Love Street, are scattered along the shoreline. At throttle speed, it takes nearly two hours to cover 10 miles of shoreline.For the past half hour or so, we've been cruising along an undeveloped shoreline. Now the bright lights of high-rise residential tower gradually come into view."What's that?" Laura asks."Western Regional Teaching Hospital," I explain. What I don't tell her is that it's actually the nursing students. Whatever it was, he was fired up. You could see that crazy pleasure in his eyes as he drained any power of resistance Ann might have had, out of her body. He was steadily replacing that resistance, with the pain my wife was now begging for.The smooth entry of his fingers that I had expected, was not to be.In one grand finale, he crushed one nipple between his fingers and bit down hard on the other one. The pain in her nipples skyrocketed. He made a sound that reminded me of a weight lifter.