She rubbed my cock up and down a bit, while pressing her body against mine. She was wearing flannel pyjamas, so I could feel everything. ... She went on top of me, and I could feel her soaking wet cunt dripping through her pyjamas. I reached for her ass, and squeezed. "I hope you like my ass, because I need you to fuck it hard". I smiled at her, and i'm pretty sure we both were happy about the idea of fucking her ass. I tore her shirt right off, and the buttons flew. .. 'He realised that, despite their friendship, he'd never called her at home. In fact, he didn't have her home phone number! After several moments of near panic he was able to remember her address and went to find a phone book.Bottomley, D. wasn't there. She had an unlisted number. 'Shit!''Elizabeth, ' he thought. 'Elizabeth might have it.'He did have Elizabeth's number; she'd been to dinner with Caron and Stan several times before last November."Elizabeth? It's Stan." Hello, Stan! What can I. He stopped and she rolled on her back as he took off his condom. While I was still laying down, he dropped his cock on my face. She looked over in approval and said: “Suck it, babe!” I turned over on my stomach and started sucking my first cock. This was another fantasy we had discussed but I didn’t see it happening. This went on for a few minutes and my wife joined me and we took turns sucking his cock. He decided that he wanted to fuck her again and we were so turned on that none of us. I felt him struggling within my enveloping skirt. He was totally helpless. Unless I released him, he would be my prisoner all night. He opened his mouth as if to say something. Too late! My lips smothered his words and my arms writhed around his head, clamping him to me. Again and again I alternated passionate kissing with smothering in my cleavage. My blouse began to gape. I unbuttoned it and the next smothering was between my naked breasts. Jonathan was moaning more and more until I felt his.