I ran my fingers down between my legs and onto my throbbing clit again, pulling back the hood. My pussy lips were swollen, as was my hood, and my clit...was begging to meet my fingers again. Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I shoved my two fingers into my mouth making sure to be loud as sucked and soaked them with my saliva until they were good and wet. Going back down to my clit, I pushed my hips up again and crushed my clit hard into my fingers as I started to move them again, feeling my body. Very slowly now she keeps moving her hand up my thigh until it rests on my zipper. She stops for a second and looks at me and smiles. Then very slowly she starts pulling down my zipper and I am thinking holy shit her dad is fucking right next to us, but I dont want her to stop. I so desperately wanted her to touch my throbbing cock and feel her warm hand there, but at the same time I was scared about getting caught, It was such a rush. For a second I had to focus on my breathing and try and. It’s always as much about the journey as the destination, but sometimes she – or I – will deliberately extend the journey considerably. She lay on top of me, skin to skin, touching everywhere it’s possible for two people to touch. Hardly moving, a rhythmic pulsing of her pussy preventing me from softening (as if!). I suppose it’s something like tantric sex; as much a spiritual thing as a physical one.I don’t know how it works – it’s certainly nothing like what I would once have expected of. His constant spanking of her was more humiliating than outright painful, but he wasn’t letting up with the force of his blows and her backside already felt like it must be radiating heat. Another particularly heavy slap sent her rocking forward on her knees, and her head twisted to the side as Johnny simultaneously adjusted his grip in her hair. My gun! Realisation flared through her as the cruel jerk of her neck brought her nightstand into her field of view. She’d forgotten about it completely.