Not only that, but watching Bill ejaculate had been almost a religious experience for Lisa. As she was watching the sperm ooze out of the head of his dick, she was thinking to herself how weird it was that the very existence of the entire human race depended upon a teaspoon's-worth of white, gooey fluid that comes out of a guy's dick. She understood why men and women both always made such a big deal about guys ejaculating their sperm, because in the larger scheme of things, sperm really was a "big deal." It was absolutely crucial to the survival of the human race. But then, so were a woman's egg cells. "I don't know, Jan," Lisa finally said, "That was actually the sexiest ejaculation I've ever seen!" Lisa winked at Bill, being careful to hide the wink from Jan, and then added, "I thought it was kind of cute, myself." "Yeah," Bill agreed, "Maybe I married the wrong sister." Jan immediately straddled Bill's hips and carefully sat herself down onto Bill's sperm-coated asian still-partially-erect penis, as she was reaching down to grab hold of it, and guide amateur it up into her own fuck-hole. Then she began vigorously bouncing herself up and down, behaving just like the "actresses" that she had seen in the porn flicks. Lisa watched in amusement as Bouncing-Jan had a hand on each side of her chest, and was squeezing her own bouncing-boobs--and doing it so firmly that she was actually causing herself quite a bit of discomfort--while she was humping away at Bill's half-erect penis. "Go ahead, Jan," Lisa said, "Tell Bill your deepest, darkest secret. You know? The one about him not knowing how to make you cum real good." "God damn it, Lisa! That's none of your business!" Jan said, abruptly stopping her bouncing motion, but pressing her vagina downward, which left Bill's dick inserted up to the hilt. "If you don't tell him right now, I will," Lisa threatened. "Why are you doing this to me?" Jan asked Lisa, feeling just as betrayed, as Lisa was feeling earlier. "Because it's for your own good. That's why," Lisa said to Jan, and then looked down at Bill. "Your wife's been faking her orgasms all these years. The indian whole time that you guys have been together. And that's because of another deep, dark secret that she's been keeping from you." Then Lisa shifted her attention back to Jan. "Go ahead, Jan. Tell him. It's about time that your own husband finally knew the real truth about you." "I can't, Lisa," said Jan. "Oh yes you can. And you need to," said Lisa, and Jan kept shaking her head. "Okay. Then I'll do it for you," Lisa said, as she shifted her attention back to Bill. "Your wife's a masochist." "Oh come on. You've got to be kidding me. Not my Jan," Bill said, shaking his head, in denial. "Yes. Your Jan. She's really a dyed-in-the-wool, card-carrying masochist, if ever I've seen one." "Is that true, Jan," Bill asked. She was wearing her schoolgirl blouse, like me, though we'd both taken off our vests and ties. "Louder, so she knows it is coming from you, her mother." Mack looked at her. "Trish, you and Beth will be sharing a room for the next couple of amateur days. "Tell me indian you're my fucking whore!" “Do you love me Willie? That though might be tricky. We walked into the bar as the patrons crowded around us. A couple of minutes later, she handed me a beer and sat on the side of my bed again. That light in his eyes, the tar-black hair. The town representatives were not eager to honor your claim but after I have shown them our footage they will understand it is in the town’s and the state’s interest to avoid the film going viral. Lt. Casey concluded that probably the engineer tried to escape and judging by the massive bulge in her stomach was not only unsuccessful, but also very gifted anal receiver. “You don't have to do this. My prince. asian Right. I took Janice in the bedroom and laid her on the bed.