Derry loved the way she looked--her clean, smooth brown hair, her wonderful face without a bit of makeup, her smooth tan legs and simple sandals. Her ...air was swept up at each side and held by a barrette--Derry loved her old-fashioned look. He felt embarrassed he was so dirty and sweaty--he would not even sit in a kitchen chair when she urged him to.She asked if he could stay for dinner and he gratefully accepted, saying he would call his Mom but he was sure it would be fine. Ann moved by Derry. Holding him still, I did not move, but let my cunny do the work, and soon he spent lusciously, filling me to the brim with warm sperm. He looked angry, but I did not let him pull out of me. Instead, I held his shaft in a firm grip with my muscles, locking my legs around his loins, and continued to let him feel the firm contractions of my inside. Placing a hand on my breast through the chemise, I met his gaze, offering it to his mouth. The sight of my hand around the white hill, full enough to. I wasn’t complaining. One thing I did know was I didn’t want to cum before I had a chance to get my cock inside her.I maneuvered Sandy into a sixty-nine position and worked her bikini bottom off. I pulled her hips toward my face and started to give her the same treatment she was giving me. I think the change of position helped her, as I felt her mouth over my whole cock as I licked her clit and fingered her fairly tight hole. She eventually stopped me and told me not to cum.When Sandy climbed. ” I had a feeling she was building up courage to tell me something big, or trying to get through this as painless as she could. We ordered dinner shortly after drinks, while waiting for our dinner, I slid the necklace and bracelet over to her. She just stared at the gift wrapped box. “Open it” I insisted.Reluctantly she unwrapped the gift, she opened. The didn’t touch it or take it out to inspect it. Just stared emotionless. She closed the box, set it on the table and slid it back. “Thanks” She.