Gently, he moved the inner lips against each other. They moved easily, slickly. The motion pressed out some of her copious moisture; she was as ready ...or him as he was for her. He knew that he could drive into her then and bring them both to a crashing satisfaction.Impatient as he was, however, this was a time for patience. He wanted more than her satisfaction; he wanted her repletion. He stroked some of that moisture upward to one side, stroked another fingerful upward to the other side. When. Last night we spent the night in OUR house – me, Bink, Ben. Part of it was spent plotting our next maritime expedition. Hurricane season’s past, winter pattern for weather is starting to ease into place. Like two weeks ago, the water’s still bearable if you want to jump off the boat, but it won’t be that way much longer unless we head way south. We’re tossing Key West around. I think it’s going to happen – straight across the Gulf, five or six days, maybe seven, of the open waters. That’s. If I put something in your mouth, it stays there until I remove it. Do you understand?” I nodded my head quickly in agreement, feeling the juices leak down the insides of my thighs. “I said, do you understand me?” I answered, “Yes, Sir.” “Good,” he answered before gently tracing his finger up the inside of my thigh, through the leaking juices. I wiggled and squirmed hoping his fingers would reach my burning clit, aching for touch and release. However, this displeased Sir… “You naughty, filthy. As she did this, he ripped open her shirt, popping several buttons and listening to them as they hit the floor.He gaped as he looked at the sensuous beauty of her luscious young breasts. They were apple shaped, young and firm, turning up slightly at her desire-tightened nipples. Her belly was soft and silky smooth, flat and delicious looking, accented by the seductive inward pucker of her belly button. She removed her hands from his pants and brought them to her own, quickly opening the skin.