She laid on the floor and I mounted her as my cock was still hard. I pounded her for several minutes and then flooded her insides again with my sticky... jizz. I leaned back against the counter and she continued to lay on the floor with her cunt facing me. As we talked I watched as our fluids leaked from her pussy. I asked mom what dad would think about this and she said that they were swingers and he has seen her take other men but I should not say anything and to let her work it out with him.. All of a sudden memories, feelings, sensations came flooding back; the room was practically spinning, my friends' chatter became indecipherable – I was certain I could feel myself getting wet.I remained in my trance-like state, watching him with her. They were a couple, of that I was certain. They were very close, laughing, touching – they looked in love. But I had to go and see him. I had to say hello. But I waited, thankfully, rather than charge over like some deranged bunny boiler. The. .please make me cum" the request itself seemed dirty to say to an angel but I couldn't help it. I needed this release. He moved his thumb in and out a few more times."Damn...you're so tight. But I don't think you'll get to cum just yet." He then pulled his thumb out and brought it to his lips. He sucked his thumb in between his lips, tasting me."Mm...So sweet." Then he leaned in and kissed me deeply and passionately. My tongue again, meeting his and tasting myself on him. He then pulled away. It’ll be warmer than it is outside right now. But I will be lonely.”“Well, why can’t I go along? Would we go broke if I stopped waiting tables for the summer?” Sylvia saw everybody as living from one paycheck to the next.“Not at all. We’ve been saving up the trust payments for expeditions like this. And, after all, we decide how that money is to be used; it’s not like some agency is looking over our shoulders saying, ‘George is the anthropologist, so only George can go.’” He’d explained that..