As they all speed up their movements, I again feel tongues caressing me all over. My nipples and clit are sucked on gently by angel soft lips and tick...ing tongues. I tremble again with unbelievable excitement and pleasure beyond anything I could ever imagine. As I am pumped by incredible manhood, a gentle rain begins to fall. My heart beats as fast as ever with the knowledge that my fantasy is truly becoming a reality. All four cocks speed up as the falling rain falls harder, and then I. I then realized that's what it was. She thought it was her."Oh God, Maddie, it's not you. Please. I'm sorry. You don't need to think that." She looked at me and said nothing. And I just did it. I moved forward. I looked at her. I slid my hands behind her back. And I pulled her closer to me. "What?" Maddie said. I kissed her on the mouth. It was gentle. I saw her face start to turn red. She looked at me. And I kissed her again. It felt so nice. It was so soft. And she tasted so good. And it. ” “Isn’t it?” he replied. “But I’m not sure that t-shirt was really designed to get wet.” I looked down at my chest, and suddenly realised why he was staring. My shirt had gone totally transparent in the water. I might as well not have been wearing it at all. It clung to the tiny swelling of my tits, every little ridge in the dark aureoles round my nipples clearly visible. And, most noticeable of all, the cold water had made my pink nipples as hard as buttons. They were sticking out so far that. Oh, how he teases her, this feeling of him running his tongue around and around her innie does send spasms through her, but not the ones she so desperately needs right now. She moans, and her legs lock over his back.Donald knows what Emma wants, and seems to need so much now, but to help her learn to enjoy the ride to that essential summit, he continues to just take his time with her. Still, no moving to where she is longing for him to go, he lifts her legs up high placing them on each seat.