It's a really bizarre plan that Mom thought up ... and I just sort of went along with it because ... well, because I didn't have anything else to do t...onight, I guess. But my one and only stipulation was that YOU were not to get involved. Mom agreed, and so that's that. I promise I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. I'll tell you everything, scout's honor. You okay with that?"Cindy reached out and took her hand. "Sure, whatever you say. I hope you have fun tonight."Betty gave her a thin grin,. I was down there for about 5 minute before I felt her body tense up and her hand rested on my head. Her breaths were getting deeper and deeper and her stomach was bucking like the waves in the ocean. This was it, I was making her come.My mind wandered off into what I was planning on receiving after this most triumphant orgasm. Would I get a fantastic blowjob? Would she call one of her sexy friends over and turn this into a 3-way? No! None of this happened! Why? Because this is a story about sex. He worked up her right side, then down the left, covering every inch of her now quivering flesh.And again, just as she began to lose all sense of time and place, he stopped.Nothing. Her breaths, still short, all that permeated the silence of the room.This time, he didn't wait an age. He began just before her breath had slowed to normal. The big suede flogger this time. She knew it's kiss well and he skillfully began to work her breasts over with it, tips just grazing her nipples as the falls. Throbbing, convulsing, massaging my girl-dick. My eyes shot open. The pleasure rushed through me. It was intense. Her pussy writhed about my cock, sucking on it.Wanting my cum.“Mrs. Teller!” I hissed, my ovaries twisting. “I'm going to...”“Do it!” she hissed. “Let me feel your girl-cum in me. I need it! Oh, god, I need it!”She thrashed atop me, her breasts jiggling in my grip while my dick throbbed in her writhing depths. The hot, massaging silk drove me wild. My hips thrust up. My ovaries.