1. 57 The Mayflies. Part 2,


    Date: 10/6/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Mature, Author: alibodge, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    57 The Mayflies. Part 2, keep with it folks it gets better They promised one another that the situation was not to be raised till Monday morning; he needed to think and not fall to being persuaded. Then and only then would he make his decision so the weekend became a strange mix. The Saturday passed fast; sex, food, the telly, each had its place with them carefully avoiding the big issue, vanilla sex that evening lasted till late and then they slept. Sunday early again he took her, straight simple gentle missionary position sex, hard but vanilla just as the day before. They sat to breakfast, watched the box for a while then dinner, stoically avoiding the real issue, they sat in silence. Suddenly Jane leapt up took a swipe at him with a pillow then hissed at him that “I needed more, you shit, don`t you understand, she had 7, 8 perhaps even 9 weeks yet, there was few symptoms so far though they will come,” now I want it I am yours, she said she was just as she always was and she knew he was itching to use her body so what the hell was all this vanilla crap?” He was taken aback, spluttered with a huge grin that “he thought that she would have wanted to be cosseted and would be uninterested in all that stuff now!” In reply she hit him again with the pillow and they both began to laugh. Within the next ten minutes she was naked in cuffs, spread over the bed-end and receiving six of his best. From then on the day picked up amazingly, vanilla was well out and spanking was in, all ...
    over the house her backside and her breasts intermittently warmed to continuous rolling climaxes, between his spending and her moans of sheer enjoyment the afternoon soon passed, they finally lolling naked in front of the TV, entwined, exhausted, laughing hysterically, kissing deeply and dozing alternately. At dawn, the grey sky brightening slowly woke her, she needed to pee, and she rose from the bed, glancing at him snoring loudly beside her, after the toilet she made tea, and waited for his alarm to call him as it had over the last few years. At seven the bell rattled its call, from the kitchen she heard as usual his arm swing out of the bedclothes and his cursing the thing as he always did. By a quarter past he was up and on the telephone, dressed in just his dressing gown. She listened in silence as the call got to old Magg`s his boss. “Magg`s, sorry mate I shan`t be in today or probably ever again “ she heard the spluttering reply but couldn’t understand what was said, “oh shut up man , my partner is dying and I`m not going to be in again , live with it” with that the receiver hit the cradle. He turned to her, as she regarded him from the doorway silently accepting he had made his decision and the job he had held for as long as she remembered had gone. They melted together entwined like creeping vine; no words could express this demonstration of his love in an effective enough way to explain her feelings. After breakfast they sat facing one another over the cleared table, ...
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