She won't last much longer, he thought.The jeep was getting away from him.Eight laps, nine. Now the jeep was on the opposite side and gaining on them....And now, John Phillips made a calculated decision. We aren't going to catch the jeep. I can't handle Mistress Red. She would kill me. mandy is not a masochist, she's just weird. I think she's just a wannabe. I have to take the risk, and hope.Ten laps, eleven. Now the jeep was even with him on the other side of the track, making it's winding. Her head came down slowly until it was almost touching the hot flesh, and her lips opened slightly in wonder and passion. The throbbing cock seemed gigantic at this distance, and Sandy prayed silently that she could stretch her mouth open wide enough to take in at least the huge purple knob.There was a faint, not unpleasant, odor rising from Ed's loins and Sandy wondered if it was from the mixture of his cum and Lucy's juices. As she began an insistent stroking of the penis with an up-and-down. I can feel him growing harder between my thighs. I softly roll my hips on him. He reaches up, and tugs my pigtailed hair, forcing me to look upwards, offering up my neck to him. He leans in, and sucks on my exposed flesh, licking and biting every so often. The moans that escape my lips tease him, he bites and licks more. I can feel him work up to my ear, nipping it gently as he tugs on it. My hips keep rolling, his cock now sliding along my slit but not sliding in, not just yet. He keeps my. She looked marvelous, like Boccaccio’s Fiametta.She slid in beside me. Without a word she started kissing me. We were in tight embrace. She had her hand down my trousers helping me to slip them off. Soon I was as nude as she. She had her hand on my rock hard penis. God!Together we lay on my uncomfortable lumpy damp mattress and made love. Yes it was love we made, none of her silly tie up games. We held each other in tight embrace. For the longest time she lay curled in my arms breathing the.