That was enough to take her to pick. “Aaaaahhh… ssshhhhh cccc” were her reactions. I continued moving my middle finger in & out of her pussy and... soon my hand was wet with a load of her cum.She was shivering and breathing heavily. Here my tool had become rebel and wanted to come out. I took out my hand and wiped out. She bent and tied the string of her petticoat. She had an orgasm and seemed tired but now more engrossed by lust. She held my head and kissed me deeply moving her fingers in my. Linda clearly had decided that withdrawing might help and vanished into the back for a moment. I could see the man look around and spoke again."First, what is your first name. I think we'll be a bit more comfortable if we dispense with rank and such for this talk."Commodore Pruitt shrugged. "Its Johnny. Well, I guess calling me John is best." Well, I'll call you John for now," I said with a smile. "Now, I'll be blunt, you surprised me with some of the things you said. Are you really related to. As I reached the head, I wrapped my lips around him, letting it slide all the way to the back of my mouth. Moving my head back and forth, I sucked with great gusto. My hand wrapped around his throbbing cock as I concentrated on massaging the tip, my lips pressing against my hand with each stroke. As it slid out, I tightened my lips slightly, sucking it back into my mouth and down my throat all the way to the base. This did not bother me, as I have no gag reflex, so I let his dick stay in as far. The only option was to drop to the floor, duck behind the furniture, and crawl into the room. With the furniture shoved against the walls, he had plenty of hiding places. He set his sights for a 19th century Provencal settee, upholstered in a lush red. It’s high back, low seat, and short legs would make a great screen. Other than a short gap between the settee and a hunt board with a polished, black slate top, his route was completely screened from the party. Moe quickly ducked inside the room.