My fingers began working faster as her juices became more prevalent. He sweet musk had coated them both. Her absence of manly attention soon prevailed... I felt her thick thighs tighten around my head as she thrusted her hips toward my mouth and fingers. Her moans grew louder as her pussy grew wetter. Suddenly her ass rose off the bed as her hips thrusted harder. She attempted to push my head away as her orgasm hit. I gripped her hips and held my ground as she had done to me a few minutes. Thoughts flew out of my head and all I could concentrate on was the sound of his voice, telling me what to do next."Do you want to cum for me?" Jason asked.I answered "yes" breathlessly, trying to keep from moaning loudly."You can't cum until I say you can." he stated with a chuckle. I almost did moan at that. Was this honestly the same Jason who was still a "blushing virgin"?He continued, instructing me what he wanted me to do to myself as he sat on the other end, listening. I was so wet and. Unless this were true, we had no hope of reaching England again. Tantric sex was the key. Focusing our sexual energy with mindfulness could lead us back. I had doubts that I could readily convince my colleagues, entrenched in the belief in scientific principles, that Hindu mysticism was the key to our survival.Partita was regaining consciousness, and I knew she would be most receptive to my theory. She had been my friend and lab assistant since college, and she had garnered an implicit trust in. You gasp as I push deep inside you.“Papabear! No! Someone might see!” you say.You cry out sharply as you feel the flat of my hand spank your ass cheek.“What did you just say, little one?” I sternly ask.“Um-m-m-m-m…n-n-n-othing Papabear,” you stutter as I begin to thrust in and out of you.I grab your hips and begin to thrust harder and faster. You have always been so tight and no matter how wet you are your pussy still grips my long shaft like a glove. Looking down I can see my cock being.