She was savouring the sensations, experimenting a bit with her movements, flexing her lithe, supple back to move her pelvis around and try different a...gles with my cock. From time to time she stopped the pumping and just rubbed her clit around on me. Her face was a picture of youthful happiness, smiling at me.After a while – I had no idea how long – her movements changed and became more rhythmical and straightforward. She started to bang down each time, speeding up. In reflex I started arching. We ate, she showered, and then we drove out to the spring. Pretty sure I’d put an Elton John CD on, though I’m not sure which one. Probably a greatest hits thing.Once we’d gotten there I set up my easel and started painting while she sat on the swing and wrote. It has become a comfortable routine. She was wearing a pink sundress. I know that for a fact, since I took photos of her in it. Her nails matched. Lipstick too. Very feminine and some of my favorite pictures of her, at least of the ones. "You'll get to make your phone call tomorrow. It'll be better for you anyway. People will be awake." He smiled at his display of wit.All I could do was wait. A holding cell. Me, a bunk, a toilet and a sink and a steel door locked in front of me. I considered myself fortunate.Not even a book. I put myself in the most comfortable position I could find on a wholly inadequate mattress. I played things in my head. Ran through so many happy memories in my life, all the way up to two years ago when I. “When you were telling me how Anirudh touched you as you enjoyed it. I suddenly felt a mixture of emotions bombarding my brain. I felt the sudden urge to reclaim you back. I want to tell myself that you are mine and, other guys can only get to drool while I enjoy you.” Prabhu said while looking at me.“So is that the reason why you go aggressive and the reason why you made me say how good you are in sex, compared to Anirudh?” I asked with an odd expression.“Yes. Also, I got aroused when you.