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We watched the television with me impaled on him for about an hour. He was playing with my clit for most of the time and he would not let me ride up and down on him. He said that he wanted to last, and he certainly did. He stretched and squeezed my clit so much that it didn’t take me long to want to have an orgasm, but each time I got close he stopped and waited for 5 minutes before he started again. I was getting really desperate to cum before he finally took me over the edge. It was a really intense orgasm and I couldn’t stop my body and pussy muscles from twitching. This made Jon cum as well and we both sat there with him still inside me until his dick went soft. We went to bed early that night and Jon masturbation fucked me again before we went to sleep. Sunday November 15 Got up late - both of us, after another fucking session with me trying to swallow his dick and Jon trying to swallow my clit. I’d swear that it’s getting bigger, it must be well over half an inch long now and it doesn’t take much for it to really show between my lips. Jon says that I’m turning into a little boy. With it sticking out so much and not wearing knickers at any time it gets rubbed – accidentally (honest) - quite a lot. That only goes to make it harder, so it gets rubbed more. That’s my excuse for feeling horny so much these blonde days. When I spoke to Jon about it he said that we would have to try to get it bigger. That he would tie a weight to it on a bit of string and as I walked around it would swing back and forward and hopefully stretch it - as well as big getting me more horny. Jon went into the garage and came oral back with some nylon fishing line and what looked like a big heavy washer. It was about an inch and a half across and about an inch thick. He tied the nylon line to the weight and then the other end round my clit. When I stood up the weight has hanging about a half way down to my knees. I could feel the pressure on Brunette my clit, both from the knot round my clit and from the weight. It didn’t hurt, in fact it felt good. I then walked into the kitchen with the weight bouncing about and getting knocked by my legs as I walked. Every time that happened, the nylon cord pulled at my clit. It did feel good. I knew that if I were to walk a long way then I would be having an orgasm soon. It was nearly as good as wearing my Ben Wa balls. means of a weapon to suffocate Bull, but Calvin was sure he would blonde She had a hungry look in her eyes as she unzipped her suit, her breasts small and conical. My wife was getting drunk and excused her self to go to lay down. “I found my soulmate,” I said. She emitted a low sigh. I have no idea how long it took for that girl to push me oral round all the tables, or how many times I orgasmed, or big how I stayed on the trolley, Brunette or how many electric shocks my clit got; but what I did know was that I was knackered by the time I’d gone round the last table. The fullness felt delicious at first…then mesmerizing. “Trust me I have him on an irregular basis. She had told him she was on the pill. It makes me cream myself just thinking about it). What’s more eye-catching than a dashing young Marine Captain in his masturbation Dress Blues.?” There I was, completely naked, under the cover with my nude mum.