Maybe for me...maybe because it really WAS hot. His chest and back glistened with sweat. His cut-off jeans stained against his firm but and his thighs... were well formed and cabled with muscle. I watched him idly – not showing any interest, but drinking in the masculine beauty as he went back and forth in front of me. He was watching me as well. I could feel his eyes caress my ass and my inner thighs. GAWD!!! I could practically smell the testosterone over the smell of gas and freshly mown grass.. She could literally feel the sexual juices inside her vagina form and flow. He could feel it also. He felt the warm trickle of hot fluid on his erections tip and it felt good there. What would feel better was being inside her all the way. And he knew that she was ready and his hard small cock throbbed for it. So, even as he continued sucking on her firm nipple, he arched his body, bringing his pelvis out, careful not to let the small tip of his hardness exit her, then slowly pushed downward. He. " I heard Daddy say. "Perhaps your scent will be a constant reminder as she sleeps."I felt to bed move as this woman climbed up and took her position in front of me, her legs on the outside of each of my arms. I then felt His hands on my rump... at least I assumed it was His Hands. After all, maybe He invited an entire bus load over."SMACK!" I jumped as I felt his open hand make contact with my bare butt."Focus, Slut" His powerful voice filling the bedroom... my bedroom, OUR bedroom. The room. She could feel her body tension winding up as the fingers rose nearer and nearer to her exposed pussy, easing up the useless hospital gown higher with each stroke. She knew that she was sweating with anticipation as her pussy waited on tenterhooks for that first touch. It was almost impossible to stop the little sighs of pleasure that had been building up. And then they arrived! The fingertips finally pushing up against the side of her swollen slit. For a delicious moment they paused before.