" Please! Let me worship your precious rear! Those ripe melons! I want to make love to them. To bury my face in them and never rise up from my k...nees ever again! Please!" I know, honey! That's what I want you to want. That's why you want it."I've often felt a desire to make love to women, to plunge into their various openings and bring them shrieking to a state of rapturous devotion to me, and then when they want more, to require that they perform some humiliating act in token of. Johnson where he would do her the most good, and we came together, as Conway Twitty would say, "in a heated rush."As Colleen came down from her orgasm, Meghan walked in with Winnie and they both started to undress. Actually, Winnie started to undress Meghan, and Colleen jumped up and helped. It didn't take long, and all them of them were entangled in the most unladylike fashion, with me and Mr. Johnson taking full advantage of their distraction.Finally sated, Colleen laid across all three of us.  The towel is taken off , Carl and I stand shoulder to shoulder at the foot of the bed starring and talking about Annes tits and pussy, I say its time for him and I to get naked and continue the massage. While I'm stroking he is oiling up her legs and slowly sliding down her panties, the top off her pussy is showing and Carl is also rock hard.. As he pulls down the panties I climb up and ask Anne if she is O.K. so far and she answers me by pulling on my cock while Carl is massaging her. .yelling it out and also holding into herself paroxysms of delight that had splattered sharply like multiple direct hits from several paint guns at once …oh fuck…it was indescribable …she wanted it again… as it slowly meandered still through her thighs, womb, chest and settled in her memory permanently … so short, so euphorically short…she wanted it held longer...the consuming greed of the overwhelmingly perfect… a moment of self fulfilling delight…the sparkling effusive life of her young.