To comply with her rising ardor, he inserts a second finger, moving the slick pair in and out of her pink warmth. Amy begins to violently hump against... Seth’s face, moaning like a wild cat. Suddenly, she stops, and lifts his gaze up to her eyes. Looking into those deep pools, he knows what she wants, and stands up. Removing his boxers, now soaked with his pre-emptive juices, he lies her down on the bed, cushioning her head with his hands. Then, without guidance, pushes his tumescent member deep. But there's really no telling. Hell, Ray, we haven't even classified whatever it is that's thrown your body into this awful tailspin. If we don't even have a name for it, who can possibly tell you when it's going to finish its work?" Just concentrate on maintenance," Ray told her. "Quit trying so hard to cure me. It ain't gonna happen. Just keep me alive - for now."It was enough to royally piss a man off. Here he was, Ray thought, age twenty nine and a few odd months, facing his own imminent. I was wearing a sarong so it was a simple matter to hike it up over my waist and let him have me. He got the head in, eased in the rest of the way then just started fucking away slow hard and deep. There was no initial little pain of penetration because the first guy had been there long enough to stretch me pretty well. I’d hiked-up the sarong, got on the bed on all fours, then rested my head on my arms while keeping my ass high. My knees were pulled up and spread a little so that I was well. I needed to take care of some things and get some party favors for the upcoming evening. My wife said she was going to take the day to get pampered and fully relaxed before our night out. If it was going to be half as intense as our fantasy play nights she needed to be fully relaxed. She called the spa and told them she was on her way and needed the full treatment. She ran out the door and said she would be back later. She showed up around 6 and went right to the bathroom. She said gather your.