- i follow you and turn down the hall - and I stumble on the towel now lying on the floor. I hear you in the bedroom and I walk to the threshold - the...lights turn low and I suddenly cannot see you.But I then feel a hand reach across my jeans - to find the outline of my erect cock - and I look down as you kneel down in front of me - you sensuously unbuckle my belt and slide my jeans down - my cock is straining against my boxers and you plant a warm wet kiss on it through the fabric. I feel like. I could sense the heat before I actually felt it, then I was there, my hand pressed against hers. Her hand was damp, and hot, and my fingers became entwined with hers.She kept murmuring "no, no, you can't," but never pushed me away.My fingers took over, I finally felt the fiery wetness, so slick to touch, her lips covered in dew. I traced along her crease, pressing inside her, coating my fingers in her juice. Pulling out, I traced again and found her plump clit; she practically jumped as I. "Sit up, Mr. Johansen." Jean murmured, "so I can help you out of the sleeves." Jenny brought him the strong drink, and her dad grabbed it anxiously. She saw his nude body then as Jean whipped off the robe, saw that he was still edgy about being with two young girls, and one of them his own daughter. His cock hung down limply between the sinewy columns of his thighs. "Damn," Jean said, "I never saw one that long before, but if you took . You would come in my office. Uh...only thing between us...blinds and glass. Fuck...what are you doing to me?” Johnathon said. With every word he tried to speak, his Irish accent got heavier and deeper. She was contracting her muscles, making her pussy suck his on his shaft. The wet, sucking sounds made by her cunt echoed in the quiet room. Unable to take anymore, he grabbed her hips and speared her pussy in one stroke. Johnathon held her hips stable, as he pounded up into her. Her pussy was so.