Only yours.I ache for you, my skin burning for your touch, and I already feel my soaking wet pussy clinging to your rock hard need; driving into my mo...ten center and forcing me open to you; pushing me past all of my limits, shoving me straight into the teeth of nearly unbearable, elicit desire, and making me burn for you. I picture how you rubbed your cock against me there, grinding against me until I couldn't take it anymore, had to have you inside me. I remember how I reached between our. I’ve been hard for hours.”“Believe me, lover, everyone noticed,” Lissa said.“And do you know what they are all thinking now?” Melody asked.“They are all riding home in their cars, quietly sitting in their little wet panties wondering which of us you are going to fuck first and how many orgasms we’ll have before you’re through,” Lissa finished. With that, my two girlfriends wrapped an arm around each other and headed toward the bedroom, hips swaying in unison with their boyfriend panting along. He looked around nervously for some clothes. He wore jeans and a sweatshirt, but was looking for a T-shirt as it was warming up outside. He found one and quickly whipped off his sweatshirt and pulled on his T-shirt. I remember thinking that if Rich looks like this at 50, I won't be doing too bad! His chest hair was thicker than Rich and actually, his tight biceps and chest looked like someone much younger. His face was just like his son's except for the beard. He smiled and then I smiled. I. ‘Like I have the energy for that. I could sleep for a month.’ I sat on the dirt, cross-legged facing him. ‘Come closer Bess.’ I did as he asked, shuffling forward on my backside, I kept my eyes on his face. With eyes closed, he spoke a little hoarsely. ‘Lean over me Bess, put your hands either side of my head.’ Was he nuts? I’d already figured what that would do. I couldn’t do it. I picked up a handful of dirt, then I watched as it fell between my fingers to the ground. ‘Now Bess.’ My.