I love the feeling of a cock in my ass.”Fortunately some of the ample juice seeping from her cunt had coated her pucker. Placing my bulbous head at ...eaven’s gate I slowly pushed. Mary pushed back and my shaft slowly disappeared into the heat of her anal passage. I could feel her clinching her ass on my tool that certainly didn’t help my self-control. The strokes were long and deep. Mary took my seven and a half inches without a whimper.Sixty-three strokes in and out had me at the brink. Mary’s. Nobody took her up on her offer for more food. Everyone finished their meal, and finished getting ready for their day. Everyone was going to take a hike through the mountainside. It was the last day of their Gatlinburg trip, and they wanted to take in all the sights. Michael was especially excited for the hike. He had been to this area several times over the years, and knew the trail. He knew there was a clearing along the wooded trails, by the mountains' edge, perfect views with a stream. Moody is Celtic, Glacier Heart is Nordic, I suddenly conclude. I turn the light off and get into bed next to Moody. The room is still dimly illuminated by the lights around and in particular the floodlit Parish Church which is just a couple of hundred yards away on the corner of Queens Road and Upper West Street. There is plenty of time for foreplay, unlike earlier, as I caress her arms and kiss her neck. I tease her as much as possible, licking as close to her nipples without actually making. I remain still and silent waiting wondering as you climb into the bed beside me. I hear you tell me you are going to have your way with me now. I moan silently-knowing I am yours and with me you may do as you please. You bring your warm fingers to my cool flesh gently tracing my body. Your left hand entangles in my hair- which the previous evening you had dyed an intense shade of burgundy, telling me it was much more becoming on me than my mousy brown hair. Silently I had agreed, never caring.