I would have a hickey in the morning. But it was worth it for this bliss. I undulated beneath her, moving my body as she rubbed her clit harder and ha...der on my pussy. She groaned into my neck. I wasn’t the only one experiencing bliss.My pussy must feel so wonderful on her clit.“Dance faster,” I groaned. “I’m getting so close to my climax.”“Mmm, yes, let’s bring our dance to its delightful conclusion.”Her hips moved faster. I gasped and shuddered. Her hips writhed like they had on stage, moving. I should just stop this. I should... I can't. I want this. This feels so good. How am I so selfish that I can lie here and let him do this to me? I gave him a fucking slow hand job, but he didn't even get to enjoy it. He was asleep. And now he's being patient and massaging me. He's not even fucking me. Damn, this feels so much better when he does it. How does he know my body so well? How is it so easy for me to be naked with him? To let him touch me in such ways? Why is it so easy with him?. It may have just been a hand-job in the woods to a casual observer, but for me, on the receiving end of his amazing manipulations, it was pure Heaven. The skillful old goat would be drawing a load out of me before long. The earlier alcohol was delaying my usual urgency to cum, but it couldn't hold back the tide forever. As Bill slowly, and expertly, fondled my cock, he was rubbing his own member through his pants. I reached out my own hand to rub his cock through the material. He felt hard,. May I um, like practice again what we did before?” Berry asked, her cheeks reddening probably as much as her ass cheeks surely were.“Full sentences, Strawberry,”I said quietly, squeezing the cheek I was cupping.“I feel like I want to, um, you know ... not for me or anything. But, um ... could I like practice using my mouth on your dick again?” She finally managed, then hurriedly went on with, “I know you’re hard and mom’s busy and everything. I just want to do something nice for a change.”I.