The moment we were in her bedroom, she pushed me down onto the bed on my back and straddled me. Guiding my cock inside her, she gently lowered herself...to sit on me, her hands pressed against my chest which squeezed her breasts together and engulfed my cock with a sigh.She was warm and soft around me and her wetness made it smooth. Pleasure ran through my body. Barbara looked at me, mouth slightly opened and sat still, enjoying the satisfaction of being filled up.Before long she started to ride. He folded over onto her legs exposing her body from the mid thighs up. His confidence was now on daunting and he grabbed a blanket once again and pulled it down almost completely exposing her other than her feet. She did not wake up, at least not officially.She was lying on her side originally facing him. She was slightly curled in a fetal position. But as he pulled the blanket back she rolled to her left and now was pretty much on her back laying flat with her entire body exposed and ready for. "He does, and with his next thrust, I scream into his hand. Maybe I knew it was coming. I'm not a screamer, as a rule, by my own experience. Oh, I tend to make a lot of noise, but I don't often indulge in the banshee howls that are so popular in porn. Only when it is so intense I lose my senses do I ever scream, and then it feels as if the sound is pushed out of me. Just's hand over my mouth is warm, still slightly slick and smelling of coconut, and I close my eyes and just let go, crying and. .. built and receded, expressed in those little breaths. And then a shiver. A pause. Another shiver. A deep intake, a release, and calm once more.Was that... ? I think it was. My body had reacted in a particular way to the sounds, and though I halfheartedly tried to tell myself that it was probably just someone who had fallen asleep on their books, the changes I felt within my pants belied that theory.I became aware of my restlessness, an urge to move, uncovered by another’s private ritual. But.