He beat my face with it and I dutifully thanked him each time. There is almost nothing more pleasing than to have a hung man slap his cock across your... face.We moved about the expensive room finding new positions for me to fellate him and I was sweating from the physical effort I was putting in. He was flexing himself and edging that cock as long as he could stand it. To calm him I performed a slow two handed wank on it. I wanted to tell him that he was welcome to fuck me but thought I must not. My mouth and hands may not be as innocent; I’m as fresh as you hope.” I said boldly.He went to his knees and turned me a bit as he kissed my belly and tongued my belly-button on his way south. His fingers parted my lips and his thumb spread my wings before he kissed my clit and his tongue began to excite me. It became instantly obvious he was quite adept at this as he dug his face into my slot. His hands went under my legs and gripped me pushing my legs up and back, until he was holding me open. .. about me. Bobby, I could feel your dream.”“Feel it?”“I felt your hand on my side. Do you remember dreaming?”“I have lots of dreams,” he said.“Do you remember any about me?” I asked.There was too much silence between the time I finished asking the question and his reply of, “No.”I knew he was lying. But ... I also knew how difficult it would be for a boy - he was suddenly a boy again - to admit to a woman that he had dreams about her - erotic dreams, based on how his hand had felt. Again,. You rested your hand on my thigh and we watched the full moon rise. Lying beside you I took your hands and pulled you again alongside of me and our lips met as I kissed you passionately. My tongue slipped between yours and again I pressed my body to yours. I pulled my body on top of yours and again your breasts drilled into my chest. My cock slid between your thighs as I pressed my body between your legs, I was hard and I wanted to thrust it deep into your pussy. You whispered to me that you.