After what seemed an age, his hands slide down her back to her waist and he pull her towards him, his firm cock, against her thigh, her left hand fall... and gently she strokes his firm cock as it twinges to her touch, his says “ I have missed you, your lips, your kiss….. “,I’m sorry I am late….she whispers in his ear, his hands smooth over the dress, her hips and hold her firm bum, his finger tips forming the curve of her bum, curling round and under to touch caressing her bum. He holds her. Seducing him. Whispering in his ear in a low manly voice, “Do you like that?”Reagan would squirm, hearing the imaginary voice in his ear. “Yes,” he'd whisper in answer.Then suddenly Reagan's fingers would be clutching the older man's heavy cock and hearing the man ask again, “Do you like that?”“I fucking love this...Daddy,” Reagan, shocked, heard himself say. “May I suck on you...Daddy?”Each time it cycled around, Reagan thought more and deeper about the fantasy. He surprised himself by. Montecristo's fame is from the famous novel by Alexander Dumas, 'The count of Monte Cristo'. I had spent some time dwelling on the suitability of Sardinia or Corsica as a base of operations for us in the Mediterranean, but had recently begun looking at these smaller islands."What do you think Con?" I asked my friend."Water is the issue, as it seems to be on all these small islands, but we would have no problem processing seawater for our needs. Once again I believe it is a matter of picking one. "Are you okay?" I asked Kayla."Oh God Mr. P. Please. I'm okay. I just wasn't expecting it. You're like really big. But yes. I'm like really okay. Please don't stop?" Kayla said.I pushed harder. She pushed her little butt up into the hair, thrust her little hips upwards, and I felt my dick go even deeper. I gasped. It was so fucking tight. I could barely get it between her legs. God. It felt so fucking good. I had never felt such intensity, and such tightness before.I finally made it all the way.