I picked you up in my arms and carried you through the French doors and carefully laid you onto the Regency bed. A king sized iron bed that would be u...sed so delightfully by us. You rose and you undid my belt and exposed my straining cock to your gaze and a knowing grin and to your wonderful tongue and lips that touched and devoured my flesh. You tasted the precum on the tip of my cock as it slipped through your lips and you sucked gently on me. You suck on the head of my cock that glides back. She sat up, took another sip of champagne then lay back once more. She admired her own naked body reflected in the ceiling mirror of the bed for a moment, then allowed her hands to travel down over her breasts, across her flat stomach and finally into her pussy. She began to slide a couple of fingers into herself, and realised as she did so that she was already soaking wet. She slipped another finger in, and then a fourth, frigging herself furiously now with her right hand. Her left hand. She could even tell when I was getting close to an orgasm and she would change her body position in a way that would cause my orgasm to wait. After experiencing my Mother’s fierce orgasms, I knew how they felt and I could tell Belle was experiencing orgasms, just that they were totally different from my mother’s.After making love for I don’t know how long, suddenly she ground into me with three quick movements, and she said, “Let go!” And I did. I gave it everything I had. Within about sixty. " Frank, have you ever thought about getting a girlfriend?" I have a nice girlfriend, Joyce, but I don't know if we will ever click." Bad in bed?" Annette chuckled, trying to lighten the mood."Oh no, she's okay in bed, but there's something lacking." What's that?" Annette inquired as she brought us both some coffee from my kitchen."Well don't think me a pervert or anything, but Joyce won't wear pantyhose for me." You're kidding? Right?" Nope, not in the least. I really enjoy seeing a classy.