I can feel your rock hard cock pressing against my ass. You squeeze each breast moving your hand towards my nipples and then tug on the nipple, extend...ing and then releasing it. Despite my anticipation of what is to come, the squeezing and pulling is almost therapeutic, like a stress relieving massage. You sense my reaction and start to focus solely on my nipples pulling and shaping them almost as if you are absent mindedly kneading a piece of blu-tack. You stop and move across the room to fetch. ”“Okay, but then we go back to the hotel and order everything on the room service menu and eat and drink ourselves stupid.” That was a surprising statement coming from Madison. She was a little older than me, mid-thirties. She was divorced, but still naïve. Her father was a Baptist preacher. She’d lost thirty pounds on her latest diet, using willpower and exercise. I’d never seen her drink alcohol.“That’s the spirit,” Kitty told her. “We can sleep in tomorrow. Order room service omelets and. She watched as the older woman entered, looked wistfully over her shoulder, then entered the sauna. Mandy slipped into the water and as it enveloped her ripe young body, she stroked strongly for the other side of the pool. The excitement rose then as she hoisted herself out of the water, reached for a towel, and shed her brief bathing suit. Over her shoulder, the sun had painted the sky a bright orange and a light breeze was coming from the direction of the ocean. She felt the soft fingers of. . mmmm a. ….aahhhhh….” was the erotic sounds that filled my ears.I already was feeling one heavy iron rod below me, never remembered the last time or even believed that it would go so hard, the 7 inch pole tenting my shorts as if it’s going to tear it if not set free. Now I moved further on her boob, placed my lips around her areola, took it inside my mouth with my lips around it and ran my tongue all around those erect nipples, for which she held my head tight and pressed me onto her. Her.