I knew you would want more. I was going to make another batch while you were playing, but then ... well ... my plans got changed."She looked directly ...own at me as she said, "I'm sorry, it's going to take a while. I wish I hadn't forgotten. I'm so ashamed..." Stop that, Karen. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Look ... would it go faster if you had some help?" Oh, I couldn't. I mean, yes, it would, but that's silly. You guys go ahead and play." Ah, but I want munchies more than I want poker,". She was still wearing her negligé and panties and he was still in his t-shirt and boxer shorts. She could see that a wet spot from his precum had already formed on his boxer shorts, where his dick head was straining against the material.Quickly throwing the towels over a branch, she stood in front him, while she grabbed the sides of her negligé. John saw that she had a mischievous glint in her eyes. She gave him a short insistent nod and she waited till he did the same with his t-shirt.Slowly. I want to keep this memory all to myself. I want to see you cum." I'm close," she said. The air was thick with her scent. Her breathing was heavy and Mrs. Marsh moaned and gasped while she bucked her hips, faster and wilder. Then her body suddenly arched and she remained still for several moments until she gasped loudly and slumped. I knew she'd climaxed but Mrs. Marsh kept those fingers rubbing her pussy lips until her breathing slowed to something like normal. Her orgasm over, I noticed that. I still feel like a truck hit me." Actually a car hit you," Max said hesitantly."What?" Jonas asked in astonishment."I don't know if you were pushing me down or trying to shield me," Max explained. "You had already taken two bullets for me so either one wouldn't have surprised me. The jet exploded and threw us but the car was thrown farther and faster. That was what hit you. It would have hit me if you didn't do what you did." The big body guard looked uncomfortable admitting that he was in.