It wasn't good enough and she'd still end up making noise.Midnight came and went and still her body boiled with need. She counted sheep and invoices.2...am. Take a cold shower? No, if Jared woke up, she wouldn't be able to resist his advances again. Maybe fort up out in the living room? No damn it... she'd noticed that evening that the couch still smelled faintly of their sex; it would push her over the edge.So she wrestled on with her inner daemon.4 am. She stood in the hallway and listened at. By the way, call me Carl. I think the three of us can all appreciate what it took to get to this point.” There were chuckles around the coffee table at that. I asked, “How is your father? I don’t think I’ve talked to him since the convention.”Jeb made a bit of a wry face and shrugged. “His mind is still sharp, but his health isn’t good. He’s 92 now, and the years have taken their toll on him.”I nodded in understanding. “When you talk to him next, make sure you give him my best wishes and. ’ Helen let the query go. She concentrated on the spiritual experience and something else that was on her mind that bothered her. ‘How did you learn how to do what you did to me? It was amazing, I admit.’ ‘Well, it all began when I was a student many years ago. A keen interest in extreme lovemaking and BDSM. I made it my specialist subject when Marie and I got closer together,’ he felt comfortable with his explanation. Enthusiastic even. ‘We began to experiment and through that we both improved. I moved back and forth, sometimes I moved my hips to angle my cock to make it rub against her vagina walls.I moved faster and faster, holding in my ejaculation. We kissed some more. I felt her pussy squeezing me with her wet walls. It was very tight and it felt like her vagina was giving my dick a thousand French kisses. She screamed and creamed “Oh damn! Give it to me Den!”I pulled out and moved myself closer to her head. She gave me fellatio and I moved her head to make her suck me faster..