She went up and back down two or three times. Then she stopped with her hand flat against her crotch, the tip of her middle finger at her anus, her fi...gers spread across those luscious mounds. "Kiss my knuckles." Her wish at this point was my command. I think I heard a very quiet scream from deep inside my mind. It sounded like a 'Noooo...', but I was thinking 'Go'. I lowered my head and kissed each knuckle, one at a time. She slowly slid her hand up and then put it on top of my head. She. “Or do want to put that erection to good use?”“You mean I can fuck her?!?”, he asked, his eyes as big as saucers. “Well, what else are you going to do with that big dick?”He knelt closer to her, and took his prick in his right hand, pointing it like an arrow at her dripping snatch.“Slowly, big fella”, I advised. “Ease it in slowly.”I watched as her pushed the throbbing purple head of his cock against her slippery lips. He slid forward, and immediately plunged the entire length deep inside her.. When a beaded string of pre-cum was dangling from the tip of his cock she caught it in a finger, which she rubbed over the very tip of his glans, back and forth across the tiny opening. She heard the man’s sigh and moan, saw that he was getting close again. ‘Not yet!’ she whispered. ‘Trust me, I will make it worth the wait.’ She tried to stifle a laugh but could not help letting a little giggle escape as she saw Terence’s strained expression. ‘I will,’ she cooed, ‘indeed I will.’ Now her hands. It was pretty typical—hot, muggy, and Dustin almost got overheated. Back at the house, in a pouring sweat, he decided to lay down and take a nap. Caleb had come over with us, as we planed to maybe cook out later. Dustin heads for the basement, and Caleb goes for his old room for both to nap out. I'm just fooling around in the kitchen, kinda doing some prep with the hamburger meat, and the baked beans, and potato salad. I decided to head for the basement myself, and take a shower—I was pretty.