The guilt would come, surely, as it always did. But now, how can a man refuse this? Leah’s moans grew rhythmic now as Richard stroked her bare cheek...s repeatedly with his fingertips, gliding them from bottom to top and down again. He continued for long minutes, savoring the feel and the resulting sighs and moans as he varied his touch and the pattern of his strokes. ‘Oh, lover, you’re making me wait too long. I’m so wet for you. Please make me yours again.’ ‘In good time, my sweet. Besides, you. Why was this strange woman talking to him like a child? Why was he so drowsy? But the thoughts were jumbled and lost in the wonderful sensation of her breast in his mouth, her hand on his cock."Yes, my breasts makes my little boy sooooo sleepy don't they Bobby. Bobby wants to go beddie bye with me don't you sweetie? Cuddle up in my arms and sleeeeeeep. And I'm going to let you, let you go sleepy sleepy with me, Bobby. But you're not just a sleepy little boy, are you? No, sweetheart, you're a. If anyone's ever told you not to think of purple elephants, you know the experience. Her painted red nails against my white bed sheets or the way she shook her hair out after she took off her shirt — these memories lingered while the actual feel of her pussy on my prick seemed distant and foggy.I pulled my dick out of my fly, hoping that the night air would help it. "Come on little guy. Just calm down." Maybe I really would try and piss.A giggle, from too close. "I wouldn't call it little.". His handstill toyed with her hair as he guided her head up anddown his massive cock. I fully expected to see his dick pop out of her otherend as she continued to swallow his meat. He must havehad a lot of practice because his staying power wasamazing. She had worked on his dick for at least tenminutes hardly coming up for air. I would have shot mywad in half that time.Her work was finally beginning to receive results. Hewas moaning below his breath as to ensure that hewouldn’t wake me..