" We suspected something was different about him, something in his mental makeup that kept us from bridging him. Now I'm thinking that's not it, or at...least not all of it. If he looks at us like that again, don't try to break away, instead try to hold his gaze longer. I want to see what happens." Be careful Jamie, we're on dangerous ground here and we don't know what's going on." Duh!"It took a while but eventually his gaze did come back to us. I didn't have to try to hold his eye; he was. . Her toes were curled inward as he pounded into her..She shook and shivered and screamed out as she had multiple orgasms cumming hard on his cock while he fucked her. He fucked her in that position for another twenty minutes or so and then i heard him growl out loud and moan as he shot his hot thick load of cum deep into my wife's pussy and as he shook convulsively he then laid there on top of her with his now limp large frame breathing heavily. I was so excited watching that i had jerked off. By this time I was lay flat on my back, him laying on his side leaning over my small body under his hard muscles. His lips making his way down my neck as his fingers were rubbed against my shaven pussy which was under the lace his fingers touched. His mouth met my chest, he moved his hand to release my 34D cup breasts over the top of lace bra I chose out just for him. His lips met my hard perked nipples. Sucking on my perked little nipples like there was no tomorrow, the sensation nearly. All this made me immensely excited. Her boobs moved freely and she did magic with her fingers. I don’t know what came over me. I leaned a little to suck her nipple. She looked down at me and didn’t say a word. I sucked for a while and I could feel her breath getting heavy. Here an immense pressure was building inside me. My pussy was wet like a river and soon I was overtaken by my first ever orgasm.I didn’t want to make noise but an involuntary “aaahh” came out of my mouth. I crossed my legs.
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She was like enjoying the show all the while. When she came in to put the towels and I intentionally held her hand and pulled her inside the bathroom
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