Her nipples stood up like pebbles, but were crushed by his massive, rock-hard chest. For what seemed like an eternity, they reveled in the climax dan...e. Grace wailed as she continued to orgasm, a completely new experience for her. Tim growled as his beautiful tourist continued to climax, over and over again. At last, they calmed down, breathing returned to normal, eyes came back into focus. Tim spoke first. “You are an amazing lover. Thank you so much!”Grace wasn’t as coherent as he was.. There were actually quite a lot of things that Heather had wanted to doover the past few years but had never even suggested to her daughter.Matching mother-daughter dresses, for example. She had done somethinglike it when the girl was four, but later, when Zoe was about seven orso, Heather had pointed to a picture of a woman and her daughter wearingmatching dresses and Zoe had shrank back and nearly cried after justlooking at the picture. At some point, any kind of suggestion that Zoewould want. But stopping in a motel for the night was out of the question. Four teenagers unaccompanied by an adult cropping up at a reception desk in the middle of the night would undoubtedly arouse suspicions. That was something they just couldn't afford. They could use their fake ID's, that's true, but still it would be too risky. No, she would drive on, no matter what.A couple of hours dragged by. Linda was still behind the wheel, kicking herself to remain awake. She didn't want to turn on the radio,. The two-fingermethod made it more difficult for me to gain an easy or fullysatisfying climax. I would sneak in small flourishes, like tighteningmy hold or varying my rhythm enough that I could enjoy it but not somuch that I worried my bride would notice. I was approaching themagic moment, still struggling with the abiding shame of having to tugmyself in front of her. She even sat down and got comfortable, with aglass of white wine by her side, as if attending a formal performance.Without.