Moments later, I begin more complicated ones akin to topographical lines on maps. You love the relaxing sensation, the unexpected paths I take. You sm...le and your eyes still the dark pools of my own in a gaze still dripping with the afterglow. You ask why I always do it like that after. I say it's because of the nickname I once gave you. Lightning Flower. It was because of something that I once read about how some people that have been struck by lightning experience a rare condition of. Helena’s mouth opened without hesitation; watching as his cock hardened and stretched the sheer nylon, trying to reach her red lips. His black hands moved behind her head, teasing her, pulling her toward his cock; then pulling back; pushing the nylon-encased head against her lips…Too soon it was over. Everyone cheered and thanked the stripper. Then all guests moved to the door. Soon, they were all gone, leaving Helena still tied to the chair, the stripper almost naked, Jorge sipping his drink;. I blushed as she smiled and said, "Don't you just love that new-car smell Jerry? We only just got this car last week and Mom won't let us eat in it. She doesn't want us dripping any creamy mayonnaise and staining the leather." She winked at me and raised her eyebrows slightly, as if asking me if I was doing irreparable damage to the expensive leather with my own "creamy mayonnaise". My flushed cheeks turned an even brighter red at the immediate thought of the dampness under my bottom. With the. I sat down, still cradling Bronwyn in my arms. She seemed lost in some other place. She was murmuring about how incredibly wonderful her orgasm had felt, that she'd never experienced anything so fantastic before... how this was so close to her ultimate fantasy!Hey, we hit the jackpot! This was it! Now, knowing what her fantasy was, I could bring it into reality! I just had to pin down what she meant exactly when she'd said, "close" to her ultimate fantasy! I knew, from my previous visit, that.