Probably there would be some fellow orange-growers from Naranjero territory out there, cheering me on. Some migrant workers who will remember me from ...my days with Hermosillo." Your thoughts seem to be wandering kind of far afield this morning, aren't they?" Jeez, Bill, I don't think I slept an hour! Josie may have slept for almost ten hours -- she wasn't lying about leaving me alone for most of the night -- but I'm afraid I was wide-awake." Don't worry about it. You probably slept more than you. She pushed backwards and soon I heard that strange squishing sound of sphincter surrender and we were joined into one single mass of flesh slapping together in a flurry of perverted anal destruction.That first selection of lubricant was more than helpful in making deliver deep inside Zelda's smooth flanks but I was interested in seeing if the other one was even better. It was advertised as supplying an added benefit of friction free gliding and yet the sensation of glowing warmth throughout the. ’ I purred into his ear, while unzipping and unbuttoning the front of his pants. His pants were loose fitting and fell to his ankles. I helped his boxers down, and watched with fascination as his cock sprang back into a sky pointing posture, bouncing a bit as it settled into its desired angle. I pushed Jon back onto the table and put his feet on my chair arms. Jon leaned back, and laid his head on the tabletop, while I reached for the hot fudge. I spooned a glob out onto my hands and worked it. He hesitated but then settled himself back on the bed with his feet on the floor, totally exposed to my attention. I rose up on my knees, thighs pressing out against his calves, and then leaned over him. My breasts pressed softly to his crotch, his cock sitting snuggly between, while I kissed his stomach. I trailed my tongue in circles over his skin and felt him shiver. I sighed contentedly against him, pressing my cheek to his stomach and then moved lower. I gently kissed the v-line of his.