He left, and I think I fell asleep for a while.[/image]When I woke up, back on the nightstand was cereal, fruit and water.Again I lay in their thought..., and he did not come. I've already started to catch myself thinking that waiting for him! Although what to expect - torture ?!He did not come soon. At first, without opening the cell ordered me to wash, especially in the rear. In my position, it was even easy. My ass was like a glass of water. :-)Quoting myself up, I went out. I was naked.. As I massaged her boobs, I wrapped my mouth against her left nipple and bit the tip gently. She continued to moan, but I was rewarded with much more vigorous grinding on her part. The tempo had increased; still not quite my tempo. I alternated between her nipples, and I could soon begin to lick her sweat off her burning skin. Then, as we slowly increased in speed and intensity, I could feel some slight movements around my crotch, although she was not rubbing me off with her hands. Was she. He crossed over onto her thigh and kissed down the inside of her leg then jumped over andkissed up the other thigh. He kept getting close to her honey pot and she could feel his breath on her but he didn’t ever really touch it. He wanted to prolong this moment for as long as he could and still tease her knowing it would drive her crazy. She was going crazy. ‘Damn it’ she thought. How could I speed him along? Then she realized that he was basically in the 69 position. All she had to do was get. Sandra had been lucky thus far and hadn't met one of those special breed of males that liked to dish out pain to their partners. Gretchen had her fair share of that type of macho men and most of the time she found them a nice change from the namby-pamby office workers too shy for girlfriends and in desperate need of pussy.She didn't think Sandra would last long in the game because she was adamantly opposed to taking it up the bum and still had an aversion to swallowing no matter how much the.