I was starting to come back to where I was. It was much later than I thought. I was much weaker than I thought also. My legs were still a little wobbl... from Radha and I wasn’t sure if I could do another massage so soon. The bright sun had moved from the dining room and into the still some what darkened TV room. I was thinking. “Is Sharmila still sleeping? She should be up by now.” While I was cleaning off the table getting it prepared for Sharmila I caught a flash from the corner of my eye in. My breathing begins to whisper how badly I want him. How badly I want to fuck him with my mouth while massaging his balls with one hand and touching my hot wetness with the other hand. His whispers telling me to take him completely.Now licking his shaft up one side and down the other and kissing his balls he begins a continuing moaning and hissing in unison with myself as my own excitement continues to rise causing my breathing to whisper to him how badly I want his cock in my hot wet pussy.. After a few minutes my senses started to return to something like normaland I realized that my whole weight was on this beautiful, delicate bodyunderneath me, I started to move but Christina held onto my shouldersnibbling my ear and whispering in a dreamlike voice "don't move darlingplease don't move I want you inside me as long as possible".I took some weight on my elbows and looked down at her, she had her eyesclosed a look of contentment on that beautiful face. Looking at her Ifelt a wave of. It's just what I needed. Thank you. Mr. Sheridan, please don't misinterpret what I said. No criticism was meant. It's only that fifteen-year-old girls today are for the most part not at all naive or bashful about sex. It merely surprised me that Dana didn't know what sperm was." I'd rather you call me Ken. You see, the problem is probably a little deeper than you may realize. I'm an engineer, and because of my particular talents, I have to be gone much of the time, and I'm afraid I haven't.