Weave your fingers in mine and squeeze them as hard as you wish when your orgasm hits you. Do you lose control when you come? Do you make sure anyone ...ho can hear knows that you're getting fucked and you're coming hard? Do you twitch and jerk before you collapse, spent and happy, on top of me? I will hold your head gently in my hands, my fingers in your hair, as I gently kiss your face and draw you back to earth. Your smile in afterglow is so pretty and fetching, I am tempted to just relax and. They were fucking. I was pissed. Up until this point. I’d been only the second guy to feel my sister’s perfect pussy, and now, here was chubby Derrick getting his rocks off in my sister’s incredible hole.I listened intently outside her door. “Oh my god, this is amazing,” Derrick muttered between strokes.“Yes, it is baby. You feel so good inside me.” Stacie robotically responded.She was faking for him. Derrick was a good guy, she definitely didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but she didn’t have. That, and worrying about Martha and Howard again.Ronnie greeted me with a kiss and a hug. She carried a shopping bag filled with several of her drawing tablets. She hooked her arm in mine and said, "Come on, let's walk home up Seventh Avenue. You can take a closer look at New York and see what you're getting yourself into."While we strolled I said, "Want me to carry that bag?" It's not heavy." But I'm supposed to carry it."She said, smiling and handing me the bag, "My god, you guys from the. It was on a day in mid-February, right around noon-time, when somebody outside hailed the cabin."English Jim! Ned! You all right?"Jim peeked out and saw the Marshal and two other men. They were pulling a sled."Yes, we're alive!" he hollered back. "Come on over!"The men came in, stomping the snow from legs and feet. Jim and Ned had the fire going, and the cabin was reasonably warm. Jim offered them some of the soup they'd had for lunch."Lordy, but it's cold!" the Marshal exclaimed, looking.