The room, while not stuffy, is warm. I pull the arm back down and move up to the neck once more and on toward the other ear, where I repeat the same p...rocess I did to the other one.Once I'm through there I move over to the chin and suck on that slightly pointed protuberance, licking the area between the chin and the bottom lip, then move upward until I take both lips into my mouth. That mouth opens and I stick my tongue inside, feeling around in the oral cavity, caressing the resting tongue. The pace quickened and any discomfort went away. The feeling of his dick inside me was simply amazing, and the movement made me aware of how much I was parting and allowing him to move inside me. When he got all the way in, the pressure against my prostate was overwhelming, and each time it felt like I was on the breach of cumming. When he started grabbing my hips and the slapping against my ass grew, I knew he was close. I felt his balls slap against mine, and I felt my own orgasm growing.. With Cissy it was just more playful. She was younger and far prettier than the others at St. Bart’s. As we got more comfortable, I wondered if belonging to the order for the rest of her life was really in her long-term plans. Had I been more astute I would have seen that she was maneuvering for a practical way out. I had no idea at the time that, even though she was enjoying my sexual performance and praising the value of my confidence, she was using me for her own purposes that would be clear. The three teens giggle that ."Belle Blondine Betty, quel joli nom! Ça me donne d'inspiration pour une petit poème bientôt, je suis sûre!"Belle: "Merci, Poète-Peter! Si vous créa en Anglais seulement ou aussi en Français?" "Je préfère l'Anglais."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Belle Blondine Betty becomes my best foreign friend fast, during the daring dirty month we spend.