Theyget sore, but they don’t get tired. And I can cheat.I’ve got lips, beard and, as a final option, my teeth.”“Ooh…I do...n’t know about the last.”“No biting, I promise.”“Uh…how do we work this?”Gathering up the remains of our bedside picnic, Imotioned her away from the head of the bed. Crawlinginto the warm, and slightly damp, place in the middle ofthe bed, I plumped two of her pillows under my head.“That saves wear. So I was called and instantly made my appearance.Approaching dear Sophie, who still lay extended on the couch, I first gave her a warm embrace and thrust my tongue into her mouth, while with one hand I was drawing up her petticoats, but dear Louisa anticipated me; so, after giving her delicious young cunt a good feel, I stooped and sucked her cunt lips and clitoris till she spent, then quickly taking off coat, waistcoat and trousers, I threw myself upon her, and was into her tight young cunt up. I was patient to slowly move my dick all the way inside of her."God I feel you in my stomach." She said. I began to rock rapidly inside her. It took her everything not to scream. I felt her boobs bouncing on her skin and imagined how much it hurt. Without her taking her off my dick, j picked her up and carried her to the bedroom laying her on the bed. I began to rock into her climbing on top spreading her legs beside us. She loved every secound of it. "I'm going to cum" I felt her whisper. I. Down she came.She was ready for me this time. “I never slept with Umberto!”Umberto Fostellini, the maestro. The honoured guest-conductor of this farce, and the dog who was sniffing around my wife’s back-end.“This is an intervention,” I said calmly. “You were about to fall off the wagon ... again.”She went strangely still, the cello between her knees, her arms resting on it. I could see she wanted to ignore that remark, but she was ever the curious little kitty, was Rosa.“What do you mean,.