Yolanda's body tensed. The muscles in her stomach gripped down firmly on her Sprite's intrusion, held him fixed, squeezed him, milked him, throbbed as...if with a life of their own. Then it started. A tingling in her toes growing stronger and stronger till her feet were shaking uncontrollably, till vibrations spread up her aching calves to her quivering thighs. Her stomach was jelly, her breasts wobbling beneath her shuddering shoulders, her neck tense and her dribbling mouth panting into the. The girl talked on the phone animatedly. She jestured with her right hand, waving it to her right. At first pointing to the sky, then she moved it to her chest as if she was saying into the phone, "They wanted ME." As she talked more I rubbed my cock harder. It was throbbing. It was hard. It wanted to explode with cum, but I didn't want to cum so soon. I stopped stroking my cock for a brief few seconds. My cock was so aroused even that few minutes of no contact with my hand I found it. .if maybe...he'd still want to fuck me." She ran one finger down my cock, from tip to balls, before zipping me up again. "Do you think maybe he would?" She looked back, smiling coyly over her shoulder as she walked away. ~*~ "Well, how do I look?"I had forgotten all about the party until Linda reminded me the day before. She had put her hair up, except for a few spiraling tendrils that hung loosely and invitingly along each side of her face. She. It has a phone restricted to outgoing calls only (in case of emergencies) and is a large comfortable cabin a friend has lent us free of charge. It has 3 large bedrooms (the master one in a large open loft looking out through the floor to ceiling windows in the front and a huge fireplace and fully functional bathroom including a Jacuzzi). On Friday at noon, I leave early from work and we pack everything we prepared the night before into the large SUV I rented. Jennifer’s car seat is locked in.