He removed his white briefs in what I thought would end in a direct attempt to mount her and have intercourse. I was wrong. There was no hurry. None. ...here was no TV show to be watched after the one I'd watched first, no swing out with the Plymouth to show off after a Sunday afternoon of spit and polish:"C'mon, Girl, it's ready." She'd come out in her jean shorts with a white cotton top that would extend past the shorts so one wasn't quite certain she had actual shorts, or anything for that. Jesse, I need you to fuck me.”I was impressed that she knew it was Jesse’s fingers in her now. So Jesse in his hard nakedness climbed up onto the table over Sally. His legs between her legs, his hard cock stroking her wet pussy. She raised her legs up over his butt. His cock going into her, him lowering himself onto her, and her groaning as he went into her. His body covered her. He kissed her and wrapped his arms around her. She wrapped her legs together over him to pull him in deeper. And he. Better still, there was no fog. I had my nose tucked into my fiancée’s neck, lightly stroking it to see if she was awake. ‘Hmmmm … keep doing that,’ I heard her croak softly. I did, but moved my hand gently to clasp a breast and trail my fingertips across a now-erect nipple. I could feel her beginning to squirm, making my erection even firmer. ‘I have to go,’ she said, struggling to escape. I released her reluctantly. I was becoming used to waking with her every morning and often making love. Her breasts, already chilled by the night air, strained for his touch. He kissed her on the neck, between her breasts, and then kissed each nipple in turn. As he ran his tongue down across her belly, he slid a finger into her pussy and began to slowly move it up along the lips. When his tongue reached her tightest button, she groaned and pushed her mound against his face. He licked it slowly at first and then quickened his pace until she felt a thousand tongues moving her soul toward the lake..