That thought left my mind, however, once she started moving her hips. I moaned in pleasure as I felt the wet spot on her underwear start to soak the o...ly clothing I had left. She was so ready, and I couldn't wait to oblige her. As she grinded, her dress started to shift around, and those tantalizing breasts were suddenly bare, her perfect pink nipples sticking straight out. I put her at a D cup, at least, and they swayed hypnotically as she rocked back and forth. I sat up and wrapped my arms. With his left arm around Joan’s shoulders, Bill gently pulled her toward him and tried to kiss her cheek. This time, however, Joan resisted, briefly. She turned her head to face him. Instead of the playful peck they usually shared, she gave him a passionate, lip to lip, tongue darting, open mouth, extended lip lock. As they breathlessly broke the kiss, both Bill and Joan gazed into each other’s eyes. Something had just changed between them. Bill scooted to the end of the couch, turned Joan so. Entering her again he pressed a little deeper before once more withdrawing to tease her some more. She reached between her legs with her right hand and squeezed his cock and tried to guide it into herself. Michael pulled back until her hand let go and he continued to stroke at her lips with the head and slipping his cock into her a little further each time. Fran was trying to ease her ass backwards so that she was getting the full length of him but he didn’t want her to have that yet so he. This gave me a mirror view of myself semi-reclined while her petite, cat-likew body moved up and down and subtlety curved as she returned to working on my cock. Finally it was too much, and with a last request I begged her to take me deeper. With a smiling glance, she opened her mouth a bit more and complied while I, more firmly than before, clasped her head and hair to guide her strokes as she deep throated me. Moaning while stifling myself, as I was close to the window and could hear punters.