I just love it when a hung guy spews a big load out of his hard cock. And it's different than the day of the accident because Peter won't really launc...h jizz all over me. The stuff on my tits will be glue, not spunk. That makes all the difference in the world." Remembering something Peter had told her in the past, Meagan added, "Just think about how much fun it would be to paint something like that." It might make a good subject for a painting," Debbie admitted. "I still don't know though." Just. She asked if she could go to see more of the lake since this was her first time there. I said sure and with no apprehension, she climb aboard and off we went. She sat right next to me on the back seat and as we left the cove she kissed me again. I returned the kiss and our tongue started to explore each other mouths. She place her hand on my leg and caressed my inner thigh, excitement overwhelmed me and my heart was beating rapidly. I moved her hand toward my sweetness as to offering it to her,. It was wet, slippery sex, the kind that makes me claw the sheets and beg for more. Every nerve in my body tingled from his fucking. He was very physical with me, pinning back my arms, or grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs wide like the wings on an airplane. He was tough and rugged. I was often straining to meet his thrusting cock, but it was wonderful, beautiful sex, he used me in all the right ways.He inundated all of my senses. He smelled good throughout the sex. His cologne mixed with. We went in. She showed me around. I scanned for a fine place to tie her up.She knew that. Pretended she didn´t. My mind smiled: "Classy sexy teaser".Finally, at the attic, we entered her exercise room. "We´re there, Poet PETER".She nodded. "You look lovely in that dress, dear. Give me access, please..We know what you want from me". She kept gazing at me as she obliged.She undressed slowly. A sexy slip the last garment to leave her lovely looks.Her eyes followed me. I got cuffs and ropes. She´d.