I whispered, "Be a good girl, and sleep with lots of dreams of prettyponies and happy birds," as I stood over her trying to hold back my owntears.Jack... moved up against me and wrapped his arms around me, holding me verytightly as his lips moved softly against my ear. "You're amazing, doyou know that?"I couldn't speak, but pressed my derriere back against Jack's crotch,feeling for him. He was still hard, if not harder than when I lasttouched him. Jack responded by moving against me, and he. ”“It’s more than a handful. So are you. My aunt would have been horrified if she could have seen us.”“What was she calling about?”“The Christmas get-together. It’s off. Her grandson has probable chicken pox.”“So. No office party, and no Christmas either?”“Apparently. I’m as stuffed as the turkey I’m not going to eat. There’s no food in my flat because I was going to leave straight from the office. My parents are away so I can’t go there even if I still had a key which I haven’t. I’ll have to. She puts her hands on either side of my body and crawls up on top of me…her breasts pressing soft and heavy, sliding up my shins, knees, thighs…I finally feel their weight on my balls, then slowly rubbing up, squeezing my throbbing hard cock between them…she pauses, her huge tits engulfing my cock, only the head visible, throbbing, leaking precum…then she continues up my body…sliding her massive hangers up my stomach, and chest…until they touch my chin, then they separate, sliding against my. He zipped up the side and rested his head on the built in pillow. The cool outside air moved in a breeze, reminding them of all the things they were escaping from together in the sleeping bag. She lay on top of him, his stiffness trapped against her belly. She brought her head down to his chest and listened to his heart beating…steady…but more relaxed…like a calm before a storm. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held her close, inhaling the scent of her hair. She rested her arms at.