I returned to my book for about another twenty minutes. By then the sun had lowered in the sky and the heat had gone out of it so I went back into the... house and settled onto the sofa with the house still to myself. I was very engrossed in reading ‘The Museum of Innocence’ by Orhan Pamuk which is a haunting novel of memory, desire and loss. Not a light read or a small book but unbeknown to many who see my sometimes meek and easy going exterior there is a much deeper side to my personality. It. I was absolutely shivering and shaking and even when he asked me to remove my jeans, I was still shivering, even though he had his heat on full. “I have something that will soon warm you,” he said with that certain look in his eye, then sniffing up to me. I knew what that look meant, that soon he would have me leaning over the edge of the potting and seed bench with a pillow under my middle, so that I was just in the right position for him. He said that as I was so cold and if I didn’t mind,. Very close, in fact. Their heightening arousal mounts in a recursive zigzag of attraction. Ash’s pussy starts to quiver and tighten, and a surprisingly long moment after she begins to moan. As the volume of her voice increases the tone lowers. It is a primal bellow. Ash’s cock swells as the pleasure pushes him to the point of no return.The end arrives. Her cries send him into the deepest throes of his lust for her. Their simultaneous orgasm is too nuanced not to be practiced. I love it.. "Perhaps I shall learn which lovely woman gave me that superb blowjob during my shower the other day."He didn't have to wait very much longer as her talented mouth and throat brought him to the edge just as her orgasm hit. Dale felt her throat muscles contract around his cock as she swallowed the flood of cum spewing from it. Just then each of his hands was pulled towards the warm moist cunts of two women, one on each side. They straddled his arms as he diddled their clits. The pussy that had.