She returned after awhile with a small basin of water and a wash cloth, then proceeded to clean my shriveled cock.We laid there and talking about all ...he sexual pleasures she and her boyfriend usually do and at the same time stroking my cock into another erection.“Alright, you want more?” I reached over and picked up the lube. Carrie asked if I am ready to go again.” “We’ll see won’t we? Just keep that ass up in the air.” I got behind her and lubed her ass.“Yeah…” she cooed. I put a large glob. But no. He fell asleep, and I lay there throbbing with desire. Well, this just won’t do, I thought. Apparently, I am not communicating my desire very well. The next night, I prepared for bed by putting on a black negligee and brushing my long, blond hair 100 strokes. When we went to bed, I kissed him and licked his lips. He kissed me back, laughed happily and went to sleep. Okay, I thought, not explicit enough for him. The third night back, I took a shower--with the bathroom door open. I. His breathing grew loud and labored just before he lost his rhythm and began to grind slowly against me. He moved his little prick in circles a few times, which felt wonderful, then thrust it deep. I clamped down hard on him, suddenly afraid that this time he was squirting his baby juice, and then he groaned.I felt his penis swell and throb, but there were no hot pops or spreading warmth. He didn't get soft, either. All I could feel was more wetness flooding my pussy. He strained against me for. She closed her eyes as he spoke and imagined him next to her, running her hands over her shorts and grazing her clit underneath. She got so caught in her imagination that she almost forgot to respond. “Oh…uh, I’m sorry what’d you say babe?” she said, opening her eyes wide in shock at what she’d just called him.“Like that? Well like I said, I’m tryna come see you,” he said, enjoying her voice.“Yea, the park’s like fifteen minutes away, just knock when you get here,” she said, hangin up the.