Steve felt his balls tighten, and he shot his load deep into Linda's cunt. The sensation triggered another orgasm for her, the strongest one yet. Lind...a screamed a final scream, then fell silent, panting heavily, but remaining conscious. Steve lowered himself until he was resting on his elbows, his hips resting gently on Linda's as their breathing began to slow.The look of love and pleasure on Linda's face gave Steve a wonderful feeling, and he couldn't help but grin like an idiot as he looked. ” He was dressed in a black suite with white shirt and black tie under his jacket. He looked really good.He chuckled, “You took the words out of my mouth, Megan. When I saw that dress, I knew it was you.” The gown he surprised me with was a Lindsey Gown of stretch red velvet with a wrap, floor-length skirt that had a split going up to my hip over my left leg, a beautiful open back, and a deep, plunging v-neckline. I saw in the mirror in the entryway that every stride of my left leg exposed me. "You either want to or you don't. And if you want to, then you should."I looked at Joe and said, "What does that mean?" It means, maybe we should go for it. Try to get her to give it up." Joe, remember when I told you that you were nuts? Well, play that back in your head, and turn up the volume." Why do you say that, man?" Joe asked, sounding as if I'd hurt his feelings. "Why you wanna kill the dream?" Because that's all it is, a dream. What makes you think Christine would let us have sex with. I hold my breath until you finish licking my hand before letting go of my arm. Trying to control my breathing, I try to remember how I am about to proceed. “Too tight? The blindfold?” my voice nothing but a whisper holding the question. The feel of your tongue and all the images your words have given me over the past months seem to pour into my mind, you feeling me, touching me, kissing me, sucking me, pulsating in me. A shudder runs through me. I need to pull myself together. I take a couple.