‘We did it with me standing up last time – Could we do it like that again’? I answered by kneeling in front of him and aiming his hard-on betwee... my lips. He has become even braver than last time. He started fucking my mouth at whatever pace he felt like and almost choked me several times. But he didn’t care. He just wanted to get off again in my mouth. He spread his legs a little and said, ‘Tickle my butt hole a little like last time’. I slid my hand under his balls and did just that. After. Back and forth, SO hard. She is watching me masturbate and enjoying it; my mind is screaming! Back and forth, back and forth. I see her knees shaking a little as she braces herself against the frame, her legs squatting slightly as she tries to give herself a better angle. I can see her juices running down her wrist – good God, this is so hot! Neither of us is breaking eye contact now. I feel joined with her, like when she rides me slow and deep, the intimate coupling just as much spiritual as. "It's just that I have something to ask Astrid, and I'm not sure how she'll react to it." What are you going to ask her? Why would she be upset?" Sandra wanted to know."I don't know that she'll get upset, but I don't want her to laugh at me either," I told her."Why would she laugh at you? What are you going to ask her? Tell me!" she demanded."I don't want you to get upset when you hear this either, Sandra," I said, stalling for time, as I tried to compose myself. "I want to ask Astrid to," here. Obviously this was an offer I could not refuse. We kissed intimately and I wondered back to my hotel. The next morning I picked her up at the designated place. This time she wore a a short blue green dress colouring well with her eyes, which were even bigger and sweeter than I remembered from the night before. She wore the dress super thight which accentuated her beautiful forms. What arroused me most of all were the buttons in front which begged to be opened. I joked about that, and she smiled.