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Even their tight young skin wobbles under their efforts. Her teenage skin vibrated in rhythmic timings to the small sharp gasps of pleasure that escaped from her lips and although her eyes were closed her hands told her everything she needed to know as the muscular man above her entered deeper inside her with every continuous thrust.
The man, barely out of his teens who had spent most of those formative years perfecting the body that now dominated his girls immediate future grabbed the soft mounds of flesh that jiggled under his motions and rolled his thumbs across their nippled peaks.
She looked up at him smiling as she made contact between their perfect blue eyes that matched their perfect young bodies and put her hands on his chest to stop him. She marvelled once more at his impressiveness as she slid off and rolled onto her knees. With legs wide she lowered her head to the damp, sweat laced pillow and felt him take up his pleasure once more.
There was a slam from downstairs as the front door was forced shuddering back into its hole. Stanley flushed red and snapped shut his laptop and pushed it off of his small desk in his office that doubled as his matrimonial bedroom. He considered opening back up and closing down his current browsing windie but the thumping footsteps rattling the stairs signalled this time had passed.
Into his office came the beautiful blonde woman who, a good number of years earlier, had concented without too much conjoiling to be his wife.
"You're early." Stanley said still radiating redness.
"I would have been a whole lot earlier if I hadn't been stopped for speeding on the way home. Sir William has jetted off to one of his islands so while the fat cats away the secutaries will play. What have you been doing?"
Stanley was about to mumble "Nothing Dear." When his beautiful wife slid forward his laptop and opened it. Two very pink bodies continued their efforts in cinematic reproduction, although procreation would have been more easily accessible if other bodily avenues had been utilised.
"Oh Stanley, what have we talked about before? You know this isn't good for you." Cassandra moved her perfectly manacured finger across the touch pad and softly closed the window.
"Sorry Dear."
She moved the cursor again and opened a new window on the laptop. This time two young teen girls were rolling around on a fourposter bed surrounded by fine lace sheets and nothing else. They both seemed very happy to see each other.
"This is what we agreed you'd watch when I'm out. Come on Stanley, I want a baby before next Summer so I need to get pregnant in the next two moths. I'm going for a shower and then you had better well be ready to try again."
Cassandra reached forwards and patted her hand on her husband's crotch. She looked dissapointed in what she found.
"Watch more of this and do your best to get excited about it. Porcha and Tims are onto their third and it's a girl this time."
His beautiful wife opened the wardrobe door and took out a dressing gown that cost him three weeks freelance commission, it was crafted, not made for he had been scolded fir using that word, from the rarest of Japanese silk and only a limited few had been made available for the Western market. She left the door open, which Stanley hated as it meant a 60% reduction of his office work space and the knob holding the cashmere scarf knocked the papers in his in-tray, and walked towards the ensuite bathroom.
Stanley watched her go. He was always a little envious of her for this as he was permimantly banned from using the facilities after a drunken kebab extracted it's gastric revenge a number of years ago. He smiled knowing he would use it from time to time while she was out before scrupulously scrubbing it clean. He maybe slightly rebellious but not suicidally stupid.
Stanley reverted his attention from his wife's perfectly pert buttocks back to the laptop screen where the two young teenagers were expressing great delight in each others company. He willed with all his might for blood to flow in the other direction but alas whatever signalman operated that line were on strike. He shifted position incase his trousers were too tight know that if this didn't work he would be encouraged to take another of the little blue pills his wife had ordered from an online pharmaceutical supplier. They never worked and they always led to a great deal of discomfort and what he described as a liquid bowel; but he considered this a small price considering the website spelled pharmaceutical with a capital F.
The man, barely out of his teens who had spent most of those formative years perfecting the body that now dominated his girls immediate future grabbed the soft mounds of flesh that jiggled under his motions and rolled his thumbs across their nippled peaks.
She looked up at him smiling as she made contact between their perfect blue eyes that matched their perfect young bodies and put her hands on his chest to stop him. She marvelled once more at his impressiveness as she slid off and rolled onto her knees. With legs wide she lowered her head to the damp, sweat laced pillow and felt him take up his pleasure once more.
There was a slam from downstairs as the front door was forced shuddering back into its hole. Stanley flushed red and snapped shut his laptop and pushed it off of his small desk in his office that doubled as his matrimonial bedroom. He considered opening back up and closing down his current browsing windie but the thumping footsteps rattling the stairs signalled this time had passed.
Into his office came the beautiful blonde woman who, a good number of years earlier, had concented without too much conjoiling to be his wife.
"You're early." Stanley said still radiating redness.
"I would have been a whole lot earlier if I hadn't been stopped for speeding on the way home. Sir William has jetted off to one of his islands so while the fat cats away the secutaries will play. What have you been doing?"
Stanley was about to mumble "Nothing Dear." When his beautiful wife slid forward his laptop and opened it. Two very pink bodies continued their efforts in cinematic reproduction, although procreation would have been more easily accessible if other bodily avenues had been utilised.
"Oh Stanley, what have we talked about before? You know this isn't good for you." Cassandra moved her perfectly manacured finger across the touch pad and softly closed the window.
"Sorry Dear."
She moved the cursor again and opened a new window on the laptop. This time two young teen girls were rolling around on a fourposter bed surrounded by fine lace sheets and nothing else. They both seemed very happy to see each other.
"This is what we agreed you'd watch when I'm out. Come on Stanley, I want a baby before next Summer so I need to get pregnant in the next two moths. I'm going for a shower and then you had better well be ready to try again."
Cassandra reached forwards and patted her hand on her husband's crotch. She looked dissapointed in what she found.
"Watch more of this and do your best to get excited about it. Porcha and Tims are onto their third and it's a girl this time."
His beautiful wife opened the wardrobe door and took out a dressing gown that cost him three weeks freelance commission, it was crafted, not made for he had been scolded fir using that word, from the rarest of Japanese silk and only a limited few had been made available for the Western market. She left the door open, which Stanley hated as it meant a 60% reduction of his office work space and the knob holding the cashmere scarf knocked the papers in his in-tray, and walked towards the ensuite bathroom.
Stanley watched her go. He was always a little envious of her for this as he was permimantly banned from using the facilities after a drunken kebab extracted it's gastric revenge a number of years ago. He smiled knowing he would use it from time to time while she was out before scrupulously scrubbing it clean. He maybe slightly rebellious but not suicidally stupid.
Stanley reverted his attention from his wife's perfectly pert buttocks back to the laptop screen where the two young teenagers were expressing great delight in each others company. He willed with all his might for blood to flow in the other direction but alas whatever signalman operated that line were on strike. He shifted position incase his trousers were too tight know that if this didn't work he would be encouraged to take another of the little blue pills his wife had ordered from an online pharmaceutical supplier. They never worked and they always led to a great deal of discomfort and what he described as a liquid bowel; but he considered this a small price considering the website spelled pharmaceutical with a capital F.
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