"Oh, comenow my sweet love, you know it looks ravishing on you." I look backinto the mirror, and, despite myself, am forced to agree. "Besides, itwill... do the one thing you've been wanting. It will make the motoriststop for you." I glance at her sideways, but she is still smilingeasily. I hate to admit it but, as I resume examining myself in themirror, she does have a point. Besides, it wasn't like this waspermanent. I decide to keep my reservations to myself. Missus Dramilameant well, and had. Licking and kissing it briefly, I decided to enter inside. Hurriedly I applied lube on her cunt and my cock. As she was expecting her menses in two-three days, I didn’t put on any rubber. My beauty was looking at me with worried face. I smiled and gently rubbed my rod over her labia.Then gently I started to enter. She screamed in pain which made me stop. I looked if there was any blood. There wasn’t. I tried again with a little more force. She screamed sharply. That was it! The head of my penis. My eyes wide open and riveted to his performance, my husband sighed, “I’m cumming.” The first pearly, double-spurt of semen erupted from the slit of his cock striking my cheek and extending to my forehead. Then like icing on French pastry four, maybe five, more jets of warm ejaculate streaked across my chin up to the crest of my nose. Jeff groaned as his phallus exploded, writhing like a pink salmon trying to elude his grasp. ***What should have been a pleasurable dénouement to our memorable. She stepped out of them, and I brought them up to my nose for a good sniff. “Mmmmm, your pussy smells SO good!” I told her. She noticed the bulge in my pants, and reached down to rub it, so I stood up and took my pants off. I sat back down on the corner of the bed, and she wrapped her hand around my hard cock, and slowly stroked me.I was still smelling her panties with one hand, but reached down with the other to rub her pussy. She didn’t stop me, and her moans told me she was enjoying it. Her.