” Now he leaves his fingers in my ass, and totally concentrates on kissing and sucking on my clit. The pressure is building. My heartbeat is racing.... I don’t know where to put my hands, and they land on my tits, squeezing and pulling. When he looks up to see this, he hums against me, and then I completely shatter….”OHHHHH!” Oh, god… where does the magical mystery tour go from here? Without giving me time to recover, he pulls me to my feet, then walks us to the hard-backed chair sitting in front. "Oh ... that's just peachy," said Andrea. She looked at David, "What do you think?"'Yeah ... Great-grand mother's ring.'"I think I'm getting married." He stood, "Sit still, I'll be right back." He ran out the door.Angela hollered at him as he ran by, "Walk ... don't run. Charlie is waxing!" WHOA! Oh shit!" cried David.KERWHACK! THUMP! THUMP! KERWHACK!Footsteps on the ladder.Angela said, "Are you ok? David? ... David? ... ANDREA!! MOM! Bring your kit, Mom! CHIEF DADDY!! David's hurt. Ooo, that's. Sliding over so I am directly under you, I reach for that amazing muscle and guide it to my slit. As you push forward, sliding into me, I feel you stretch me, fill me. I moan again. You are finally all the way in, your sac against my ass. You lean forward, lay upon me and kiss me. I wrap my legs around your waist, my feet on your ass, pushing you into me. I slip one arm around you so my fingers can dance around your back, my other hand is in your hair, on your neck. Your arms are on either side. She'd certainly bought enough food, and I knew we'd have plenty of leftovers, no matter how much James partook in the minor feast. Over spring rolls, sweet and sour pork and Mongolian beef, we chatted about school. James had, it turned out, been in Wendy's Art Appreciation class, which seemed odd, since he was a Communications major, working on breaking into radio. Speech forensics was more his style, not art."So, when did you decide to take the course?"He smiled, blue eyes twinkling over a.