I began the age-old act of mating, moving with her through the dance. Sometimes in sync with her tempo, sometimes moving in counterpoint. Feeling the ...rising of my fullness to the point of explosion and then pulling out to let it pass until the center of her being pulled me back into her depths. Her breathing became gasping and I knew she was close. I intended to see her over the edge before I would allow myself to even think of my own release. I set the tempo and varied the pace, long, slow,. Room 205 would be the place we finally get to share a man. We decided to head to the bar to build a little Dutch courage; we had four hours to have a nice drink before we had to be in the room for the fun to begin. We managed to share a few Jager bombs and other shots to get nice and merry. At 6 pm, we decided we needed to get back to the room. We both started to relax and slip into more comfortable clothing – we barely had any clothing, so we both slipped into our underwear and laid having a. If " But Beth kept up the massage and even rubbed my nipples between her index finger and thumb, causing me to mumble, "oh, my god" and lay my head back down. Beth was fascinated with this new feeling. My breasts were cool, soft and heavy nippled. My skin was very smooth and Beth ran her fingers, palms and the backs of her hands all over them. She alternated holding each breast with both hands and she pushed my breasts up from underneath, and studied how hard she could squeeze them and how much. She soon became addicted to her game of dare and pussy love. She could hardly leave the house without the urgent desire to masturbate. She excused herself, that next morning, from her office chair to escape to the toilet for a speedy, joyful thrill. She’d got it down to a tee; she’d be so turned on by the time her fingers got busy, she could come in less than sixty seconds. Her favorite escapade was to frig herself mercilessly in front of a mirror, which was a real treat, especially as it was.