The buttons are small, unyielding disks meant to inject a small bit of reality. Is this what you want? What I want? Though the buttons are easily over...come, their boundary is obvious. Still, their warm, smooth surfaces are a welcome distraction to the crushing waterfall of your nearness. My face is lost in the hardness of your chest, breathing deeply, my fingers explore your lower back, tips meeting briefly as they trace your spine, roaming, memorizing. They move slowly still waiting for your. We were making out on her bed in her room, and she had grabbed my penis multiple times. So when she finally got off of me I introduced her to my dick. He was hard already when I took him out of my pants, and she was pleased at the sight. I asked her to get naked, and she gave me quite the striptease show.Oh how I loved her, in this very moment and in my whole live back then. All I ever wanted was to make her happy and to grow old together, but I was but a chidl and chil dren are stupid, are. "If you need to go to the bathroom, now's the time to do it." I told her I did and she told me to... "Meet me in the bedroom when you're finished."That took about two minutes."Strip!" Bernadette demanded, as soon as I walked through the bedroom door.She still holding the hip in her hand. Bernadette must have seen me look at it because she said..."Opps. I'll put it away."She turned her back to me and open the top drawer of her dresser and placed the whip inside and, as I undressed, she started. Both men keep pumping inside her, loud wet slaps clearly audible after their every thrust.The Brunette, still sandwiched between the men, is grunting in pleasure with her theeth clenched. Suddenly the Slim Trucker pulls out of her ass, yelling "I'm gonna cum!" He pushes her to the side, sliding her off of the Biker's cock and having her lay on her back on the ground. The Biker doesn't seem to be upset by the development, and gets on his knees beside her, stroking his cock near her chest. The.