I love how He fucks me. He picks up a great speed and gets me to the edge before pulling back and slowing down to where I want to beg Him to fuck me f...ster again. He does it on His own knowing just when I can’t stand it anymore. I feel my orgasm build to the brink again as I whine out. “M…Mas..Master please, can I come now?! Please!” “Cum for Me, pet. I want you to cum hard!” With those few simple words I feel the rocket power of my orgasm cover Him as I soak His cock with my juices. I can. Tony’s girl friend was a brunette named Michelle. Her bikini top was designed so that when she bent over you could see her entire breasts, nipples and all. I had seen her many times with Tony, but never in a bikini. She was always very nice to me, asking me how I was and what I was up to. Tony was also very nice to me, and he often invited me to go with him when he went to do something. My brother wasn’t as friendly to me as his friends were. I had to leave the poolside because I was starting. Not exactly a case of intended synchronicity, yet both participants reached their orgasmic plateau at the same moment. It was only seconds past the finishing line that she realized her bra straps either side had been snapped in her husband's frenetic need to disrobe her. Both breasts she noted with not a little satisfaction, bore the marks of intense groping, while her nipples quite evidently, could have supported a four-player tag-team of hoop-la! As they floated jointly into that post-coital. She was a bit disturbed but didn’t say anything. She put her soft hand on mine.I felt like my heart had broken into a thousand pieces, looking at her slender fingers with almond-shaped fingernails in ruby red nail color. I took the liberty to hold her hand and kiss her knuckles, saying, “I’ll miss you, Nalini.”She turned away, possibly hiding a tear, whereas I had no reason to hide. This was my first job after graduating. In the last 2 years, I had followed her like a faithful puppy, coming out.