It wasn't a matter of if I'd make love to him anymore. Now it was just a question of how long I could hold myself back. My body ached for him and only...my mind — 'more like your stubbornness and your fear, ' an inner voice chided — kept me from pulling him on top of me right here.With gentle insistence, his tongue split my lips and I opened my mouth in welcome. It began dancing with my tongue in the age-old ritual of passion. My doubts, whether they were borne of stubbornness, fear or something. Jane skilfully repositioned to sit on my face in a 69 position, she fed me my own cum and I lapped and sucked it out of her gaping pussy as she cleaned my cock with her gentle mouth. She then sat up, still on my face enjoying the tongueing I was giving her, with her buttocks on my eyes I didn't know what she did but I heard commotion in the room, so I figured she invited the italians in. Jane got off my face and sat on the edge of the bed and the boys stood in front of her with their hands on. I took off my lounge pants as well, leaving me in my sensible blue cotton panties. The girl on the screen was now on her knees. As her master was jerking her head back and forth onto his cock, he told her how he had invited a couple friends over to assist in her punishment. My hands returned to my breasts, cupping them hard, then pinching my nipples. My hands moved down to my still-grinding pelvis. I slipped my right hand into my panties while my left hand continued down my leg. I watched the. In retrospect we must have looked a sight – cool and collected Ms. du Pont in a smart pants suit, cradling the flaxen fuzzy head of crying gangly beanstalk of a young man clad in a non-descript tee and threadbare jeans, and currently slumped on a battered suitcase.Wonder of wonders, I felt another comforting hand on my shoulder and looked up into a pair of humorous and strangely familiar sky-blue eyes. "Hi," the apparition said. "I'm Connie Ingalls, Debbie's partner."That's right – Ms. du.