I could feel her sometimes move lightly and sometimes crushing the tender hardness with a pressure that forced my mouth open and my jaw to drop back. ...n occasion I had to force my jaw up against her to keep her from dislocating it with the pressure of her hips. I knew when I did that she was being sand papered by my whiskers, but she didn’t seem to notice. Somewhere in the warm wetness surround my erection I realized that her teeth were grazing the very bottom of my shaft and I knew that. Some day you might marry her so you can keep on doing it.“Um, that’s not quite what I meant,” says Rose nervously. “Is there maybe something else you’d like to try? You know, something a little different. Something a bit more… adventurous?”You frown. Could this be some kind of trap? You’d better play it safe. “No… not really…” you venture. There’s no way that you’re telling Rose what you’re really into. You make a mental note to delete your browser history.“It’s just that there’s something that. I knew she was just trying to drive me crazy, and it was working. Donna would tell her that the outfit she had on was a little to revealing, but Jill always would say, “Mom, nobody is here but you guys. I don’t see anything wrong with what I have on.” Donna said, “Okay, if you feel comfortable with what you have on, it’s fine with me.” I was getting used to having Jill walking around, showing off for me. She would wear short little cut off shirts, short shorts. The outfits really showed off. Crysta can hear his mirth through her lusty haze and it grounds her, pulling her back to the present. Marcel's sensual assault on her mouth continues. His warm tongue continues to slip in between her lips exploring and titillating her sensitive, wet skin. “Please, please?” She whispers into their embrace, against the heat of his kisses, in the sharp air she can gasp. She pulls away for a reluctant moment. The question goes unfinished. Marcel examines her fine features. Her cheeks are flushed.