Rachel then passed clean out and collapsed to the bed. When she woke up again she was still chest down and he was sliding in and out of her slow and g...ntle. She could feel her velvet walls spasm around him and quiver with the intensity of what had hit her and she whimpered helplessly. ‘J…ake.’ She whispered weakly. She heard him growl and felt him swell. As he began to swell she felt him pull backwards and threw her ass back softly hard impaling herself on the length and shrieked as he hit her. .... good. He then slowly worked his way down to her groin, as he had watched his father do on numerous occasions. He lay between her large thighs and gently touched her labial lips with the tips of his fingers and examined them minutely. The pink flesh look so edible and he just had to taste her warm, wet pussy. He had been waiting for this time to again taste the juices of this wonderful woman; since first watching his Dad go down and eat his own grandmother's pussy. He had to remember that. Ah, there, the legs are wider now and he a clear view of her pussy and it was wet! He wondered, should I touch her there? No, best wait until she rolls over. God Damn, what's wrong with him? Can't he see I'm wet as hell and need something more that a massage? "Would you mind rolling over now," he said softly? Eve rolled over on her back and looked at him with hunger in her eyes. Maybe now he would make his move, she thought. . Talking in (bad) French, I was talking to a girl, named Jess, that I went to school with. She had long brown hair and bright blue eyes, that got me every time she looked at mine. She was funny and had a good sense of humor, and I must add, a great figure. We got along well because she could speak some English and I could speak some French, so we enjoyed practicing it to each other. I was doing a good job chatting her up, but then her friend called her over somewhere else, and I felt pretty.