She had never had a problem getting wet with desire, so foreplay was a luxury to be savored when she got it, but she was unsure about what to expect. ...He handed her the water bottle and they both took a long drink, this time the water droplets fell onto her chest. He laid her back down and licked them off. He lowered the zipper of her jeans and slid his hand into them, under her silk panties. His fingers found her mound and he squeezed gently. This reminded her again of the past, sneaking a feel. " Good." Without warning, he pulled off her nightgown and she gasped as her body was exposed. Still angry at himself and his weakness, he twisted her nipples. Not hard, but determined. She moaned in pain-mixed pleasure as he embraced her firm, full breasts with his hands. He threw her onto bed and she bounced softly on the mattress. She watched with wide eyes as he pulled his cock out off his underwear. It rocked in all its glory, almost as wide as her arm. It must have been a terrifying sight. " Well," Emma said with a sigh, "if we stick to their plan, we'll still be under canvas by the time winter hits and to make matters worse, we'll be all birthing babies at the time which is going to make life really interesting, especially for you."There was a rumble of agreement from the rest of the women. I glanced about and saw a lot of women who looked unhappy. I sighed and turned my gaze back towards my wife. She was looking at me with the same unhappy glare."So why," I decided to ask,. He centered his cock, wrapped his arms back around me, and lowered me in one thrust onto him. His length was no less impressive than his girth. He slid so far up into me that I felt that the tip had touched my heart, if not literally, then without a doubt, figuratively. My own rigid penis slid against his flat belly and six-pack abs as he began fucking me."Oh my God, Carter! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Fuck me, baby. Fuck me."I clutched him hard, my arms as tight around his neck as my legs around his.