The nipples, now standing proudly where little buds directly in the center pointing slightly up. Her stomach was smooth and flat, no doubt a direct re...sult of her religious yoga routine. She wore a tiny pink thong that left very little to the imagination and that currently had a wet spot directly in the middle. I had to moan just looking at her, knowing that I was going to be getting my hands and mouth all over her. ‘Lay back darling. We are going to make sure you enjoy yourself before we do. Even though I was not touching myself the sheer eroticism of the occasion was having a profound effect on my own dick and I could feel my balls churning as my climax approached. But I wanted to make Paul cum first, or at least at the same time. As the boy on the screen stroked faster, I speeded up my hand-work on Paul. He was breathing heavier now and I could see the muscles in his thighs twitching and his belly flatten. ‘Yeah!’ he panted. ‘Keep going! Just like that! Fucking lovely!’ The. Dragging and scraping on her scurvy inner flesh. Caressing at that unmapped and uninvestigated place labelled g-spot in the instruction manual. Why I ask myself given an entire alphabet and a keyboard full of numerics and punctuation did she ever choose ungrateful you? I gave it a little go myself. Dragging your tip across my throbbing and swollen clit over and over. Thrusting your entirety into my sopping sex. Pressing your squidgy flesh into my pulsing bum hole. Suckling you clean in the vain. I pulled her to her feet and pulled the T-shirt up over her head, took her in my arms and began kissing her again, on her mouth, her neck, ears, her breasts,and her stubbly, musky-scented armpits. I slid my hand down between her legs and felt her hot juices on my fingers. Raising my finger to my mouth, I tasted her scorching hot sex. Dropping my hand back for another sample, I put my finger between her lips and let her taste, too. Beyond words, she could only moan appreciatively..