I couldn't maintain both connections simultaneously, but I could move from one to the other in a split-second, a technique I'd perfected years ago. In...this manner, I could experience a conversation. Yes, a conversation. Most people think the words they plan to say before saying them out loud. Their unspoken thoughts would intrude, confusing the silent conversation, but I'd gotten pretty good at filtering out extraneous thoughts and putting meaningful or relevant thoughts in context.Loni said:. She pulled out her arm from under my head and was moving upwards against my back. Soon after, she had rolled over me and was now lying in front of my. We were facing each other. She stuck her head in between my bound arms and hugged me, pushing one of her legs in between my thighs, so that it touched me down there. Then she grabbed me very tightly. I got wet at the front, as her wet clothing was touching mine. We lay in a puddle of liquid that was still nice and warm. Her face was very close to. It was weird, kissing what had to be the smell and taste of Lill – quite different from Nancy’s own taste – on Nancy’s face and in her mouth. Nancy leaned back, pulling me with her, pulling me onto her, guiding me into her. She was amazingly wet and was bucking strongly against me from the moment I slipped in. I matched her rhythm. We fucked. ‘Slow down, you guys!’ I turned my head and looked at Mrs Price, sort of dazed, startled. ‘Lift yourself up a bit, Kyle – no, don’t stop fucking her…’ . I asked about her blouse, saying the teasing was nice - but frustrating. She winked again (she has a GREAT wink), then reached up to unbutton the remaining buttons. Stopping her strokes for a moment, she pulled the blouse off (faster than she'd taken off the jacket). She then all but ripped off the bra. Out fell very well-shaped, slightly firm (remember-she's 47) breasts. Back went her hand to stroke her pussy - this time, INSIDE the crotch of her panties! I asked her to stroke one of her.