But I don’t want things to go so fast right now. I want to tear you apart right then and there, but I won’t. I want this to last. So I lean you ba...ck onto the mossy waterfall, and with one hand I run my fingers through your hair, and with the other I gently stroke your cheek and neck. I lean in slowly, very slowly, making you anticipate the meeting of our lips. But I don’t give you what you want just yet. First I kiss your cheeks, then your chin, then down your neck to the top of your chest and. I groan softly as she presses her lips together over me, salivating on me as her warm saliva runs down my shaft.Massaging my balls gently in her hand, she sinks her mouth farther down my shaft, pressing her lips against my balls before dragging her mouth up my cock and sucking on my head; pumping my slippery saliva-and-vaginal-fluid coated shaft. I look down at her, watching her enjoy me in her mouth. She looks up at me and moans gently, holding my gaze.I run my hand through her hair and push. He kneels down and with a few glides of his cock over her clit, he pounds into her as his hand grabs her hair and brings her head back, the other hand over her mouth so no one will hear her scream as he fucks her.There is another knock on the door."Is everything okay in there?" I hear my grandmother call out."Yeah, she just threw up but she's okay. I'm helping her get cleaned up." He says with his hand still covering my mouth as he glides in and out of me with long slow strokes."Do you need any. My wife and Melisa would intake some smoke, then blow it into each other’s mouths. Their tongues would dance together as they did this. My pheromones went into overdrive. The weed and the show had me oozing control. ‘Different music I think.’ My wife said when we had finished. She selected a playlist developed by one of my club’s DJs. It was labeled ‘classic stripper tunes.’ Motley Crue banged out ‘Girls, Girls Girls’. You cannot get anymore classic stripper than that. My wife danced over to.