You take my hand and lead me to the elevator. The walk to the elevator seems to take a long time. I think of stuffing your pussy with my cock. When th...e doors close you push me against the elevator wall and kiss my neck, my hand reaches under her skirt. I spread your legs apart to feel your cunt. You are wet. The room is comfortable, a couch, entertainment center, whirlpool tub, bar, king sized bed. I lead you into the room, and closed the door behind us. I took you by the arms pulling her. My mom told him that at 8 PM on Sunday she would take care of me and then afterwards she would fuck him.At quarter to eight she found me and took me aside."I want you to last as long as possible tonight," she whispered to me."Don't you think the poor guy has suffered enough?" I asked."He'll cum that much harder afterwards," she said with a grin, "Come here."She took me into the bathroom and sat me down on the toilet. She got down on her knees and unzipped my pants."This'll help," she said,. “Life is short, Twill. Eat dessert first. Forget the appetizer.”“Donna. I love what you’ve done with your hair,” Twylla replied. “Thank you, she is sweet. Would you like a taste?”“I thought you'd never ask.” Donna gazed at my exposed labia and licked hee lips. “I’d love a little nibble.”Twylla offered her hand to help me step up onto the low table. I laid down on it, splaying my arms and legs. My head hung off the table, and Twylla lifted it onto a little pull-out shelf just for that purpose.. They made love slowly and seriously, Bert doing his best to make Sara come as often as possible. Sara returned the favor by squeezing him with her muscles, but not letting him come too soon. She treated his shaft to every nook and cranny of her insides and worked to bring it to the brink of orgasm again and again, only to relax and soothe him until he cooled enough to last a little longer.Finally nothing could be done to delay him and Bert totally lost control, begging her for release. "God,.