He did not let go of her hand until she had acceded to his request. They met at one of the French doors to the walled garden in the glass conservatory... that ran across the garden façade of the embassy building, the former town house of a nineteenth-century robber baron. ‘I only came here, Pete, so that there wouldn’t be a scene in the dining room. We have nothing to say to each other.’ ‘Oh, I think we do,’ Pete said. ‘You know I didn’t want to leave off with you. I was forced to. I wouldn’t be. Watching her facial expressions and her hand holding my black cock throbing in her hand in the mirror is such an addictive experince and visual, her aniticipating me cumming, me instructing her to tease the shaft of my cock where it is most sensitive, and for some reason when you meet someone in a comfortable enviroment and 10 mins later they are playign with your cock with her saliva and baby oil butt naked, it is such an electic feeling only those that know, know what i mean. As i'm watchign. The sun was setting, and Amanda was up in the hay loft of the barn watching the sunset. She didn’t mind the heat too much. The wind was lightly blowing and the cooler night air was starting to set in. She had flopped her cute, petite, 19 year old body down into a large stack of hay to watch the sunset. Her farm sat on top of a hill that let her see for miles. It was her favorite spot to go after a long hot day of helping her father, mother, and younger 18 year old brother do the farm. I arched back and would have fallen off, buthis hands were already reaching for me and he had no problem grasping mywrists keeping me right where I needed to be. As I rode him, the orgasmthat had only just been building hammered to life now that he wasactively moving inside me. We both came close together and were gaspingmore than a little when the angry clanging of the alarm clock jolted usout of our post sexual revelry.Kelli or maybe it was Kelly now, I didn't know, groaned and pulled metight.