He managed to drive with one hand and massage my exposed breasts at the same time, until I reached one of the best self orgasms I had ever had in my l...ife. How we made it home without wrecking the car was amazing to me. Once we got home, he was ready to get a full taste of my juices that had been teasing him throughout the evening. We barely made it in the door before undressing each other, and he sat me down in the rocker recliner, spread my legs and dove in. He ran his tongue lightly over my. They clashed once, then retreated again. Their ghostly blades rested gently against each other. Green flames flared brighter where they touched.“You’re a clever son of a bitch,” Caine said angrily. “You really did figure me out.”“I’m glad you noticed before you’ll die,” the Young Man said sarcastically.“How? Divinations? Omen reading? Calling spirits?” Caine asked with a probing thrust.“Everything you can think of, and more,” the Old Man sneered. Their blades clashed again and again.“All that. A growl rumbles up his throat at the lack of response and his hands tighten in my hair, pulling my head further back. The pain tingles along my scalp, spurring me into action. I press my lips harder to his, our tongues tangle, exploring. I begin nibbling at his lower lip as his fingers push up towards my heavy breasts. His tumbs push up under my bra and trace my hardened nipples. I moan into our roughened kiss. This seems to effect George considerably as he begins to push my top up over my. My head began swimming in the thoughts of how turned on we were making each other. As we kept going at it, I positioned myself back on my knees so I could have a look at her body, but especially to watch my now glistening cock pump itself in and out of her now swollen pink pussy. From that position I also got to breathe in the smell of our sex, which acted as an additional aphrodisiac. I was consumed by the sex, and nothing else seemed to exist in that moment. As I put my hands around her tits,.