I also wasn't aware that her memories of me doing this to her earlier, in bed, were misty, and that this was feeling so much better."You're... going t...... fuck me again... aren't you?" she panted."Maybe," I said. "That depends on you." I'll never ask you to," she groaned, through grinding teeth. She was trying not to have the orgasm that was about to streak through her."OK," I said. She almost cried out as my hand slipped up and out of her crotch, to cup her breasts and squeeze at the nipples. She began breathing heavier, then moaning. She was looking at me, but her focus was apparently wavering. Her hands were mauling her tits. One hand snaked down to her clit and began vigorously rubbing in circles. Her moans became more insistent. I pounded her harder. The moans became little screams. She made a sound each time I thrust into her pussy. Now, it was more of a groaning ‘Ohhh’. I put my hands under her ass and lifted her bottom off the bed as I stood all the way up. Her head and. I didn't see what she did after that, as I quickly returned to the futon. Making no attempt to hide the little tent in my pants that was now forming a wet spot from my oozing precum. Rachel didn't exit the bathroom for another couple minutes after I had sat down, but when she did, she wore only her robe and held two baggies in her hand. She handed them to me and I reached into my pocket and pulled out a roll of twenties. We both looked at the wet patch in the front of my pants, and I simply. ..)"Phew, what a day!" you gladly collapse into the chair in the kitchen and stretch your arms above your head before leaning back and closing your eyes. You can feel yourself drifting off to sleep and into a dream where a thousands hands and lips tend to your naked body. A smile forms as in a state of half-sleep you adjust your body to a more comfortable position and slyly slip a hand down the front of your trousers. But when your head makes contact with something unexpected you open your eyes.