I do not know how to convey my exact feelings, how and what I felt. She was soft inside like an expensive silk, hot like a ready oven, wet like a soak...d sponge and tight like a clamp. It was all a mammoth joy but my body was all cold although sweating profusely. She was holding on to the back of the chair and using it as a lever for jumping fast and furious making my cock go in and out of her pussy. Her hard tits and erected nipples were rubbing my chest in a very desired and arousing nature. So I was sat on the arm of the couch, cock pointing up, being beautifully cared for as her lips descended down along my shaft. As she did so I quietly spoke to her, almost in a kind of mantra telling her that later, when she "cums, don't do this (I show her my hand and clench it to a fist), rather, do this (& I snap my fist open hard and arch it fully open)". I chant this to her in the hope that at that moment she releases, not the briefest of sprays but rather a gout of nectar that leaves as. No, you get them and bring them here. No, dont leave me. I know, lets race to the water! OK, but Jeff takes his time so as to stay even with Fred. Soon they splash into the ocean. Fred sighs in relief. Jeff tries to tackle Fred, but instead, he gets tackled. After they exhaust themselves playing, Jeff says, Im thirsty. Lets get some lemonade. Fred starts walking out, but stops. Can you bring me some… Ill bring you a towel, OK? Good idea! Thanks, Jeff. As Jeff leaves, Fred thinks to himself, I. Stirring, you move over against me, your butt pushing up against me. I turned to face you, our bodies spoon together, your butt against my crotch, my arm wrapped around you. Your hair tie lies useless on the bed. I don’t know why you always use it, it never stays in. Your hair spills over your pillow, tickling my nose, filling me with your scent. The aroma of yesterday’s Euphoria lingers; I bury my face into your neck and smell it. Feeling my hardness, you wiggle your butt against me, then lie.