’ She lifted her thigh and I manoeuvred my self so that I could slide into her. We made love like that for ages, feeling very close, until we reache... orgasm, Lorraine gasping and pressing hard against me less than a minute before I reached that point of ecstasy where the there is no thought, just sensation. It wasn’t frantic lovemaking with hungry mouths and probing tongues, trying to please each other, it was more a declaration of love and understanding, needing to be joined in that most. Then came the nights out with co-workers, at bars no less. She said it was much needed as work had become quite stressful.She doesn’t even drink.When we made love it was like her mind was elsewhere. She barely touched me and there was hardly any animation on her end. It was like making love to a dead fish. As soon as I’d finish, she’d roll over to her side of the bed and go to sleep.So exactly a week later I decided to call out of work to confirm my suspicion. I actually didn’t have any. The red glittering hunk of a man that was Hans Wolfgang began to swing on the high flying bar in longer and longer arcs between the two towers where Sara and Hart stood poised like statues. Hart was sequined in black, Sara in white. Hans now spun gaining momentum with his arms and legs stuck straight out from his body. He then hooked some gadget from his belly button to the bar and started to revolve slowly head over heels around the swinging bar like a swiftly moving clock.From where Joan sat. 1 night I just had to, so with her back to me I gently lay down next to her, I slowly pushed her knickers down a bit, got a fair bit bit of spit on my hard cock, I took 2 deep breaths & slid my cock between her arse cheeks while I wrapped my arms around her & squeezed her little saggy tits. She squealed as I pushed my cock as hard as I can hoping to find a hole. Mum finally realized that it was me after I said "shut up mum it's your son", "what the fuck do u think u are doing, let me up, don't.
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