I nearly come when i feel that your pussy is freshly shaven and soaking wet, and i've not even started on you yet. you know what's happening, what mig...t happen, what you hope will happen, and you love it, the thought of it, the promise, the uncertainty. the garage door is still wide open. anyone could come to the garage next door, or pull up in a car and see us. you're frozen by the exposure of the situation. it turns you on completely. your vulnerability, your passive state. such a risk, such. . my subtle suggestion for moderation didn't seem to get thru to him.Ultimately, skydiving dominated his ever waking hour... every evening, weekends, and several times in the early morning before he went to work. Not to imply he was jumping out of a plane day and night, but he could fill his hours, when not actually jumping, with folding and re-folding his chutes, meeting with friends who had a similar fervor for the sport... in general, on his mind all the time.We knew this was beginning to. I feel his dick getting harder and harder in my mouth, and just as I think he’s about to cum, he pulls my head away, has me sit up straight, turns me around and bends me over. I feel his big, strong hands move my skirt up around my waist, and he pauses for just a second with the tip of his cock waiting to enter me. Then he pushes forward and I moan and say ‘fuck’ simultaneously as he fills me up. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back and says very quietly ‘Shut the fuck up.’ I bite down on. She held me roughly and strongly squeezed by thigh between her legs and pushed against the rough hair of my crotch and finally after a long time was able to bring herself. I tried to help her but in the end felt rather inept. We were both drenched in sweat when we finished and slept deeply until morning. I woke first but did not dare to movebecause her legs were still entwined with mine and I liked to feel her holding me like that (despite the fact that I needed to use the loo quite badly).It.