He switched breasts, leaving a messy drip-trail of milk across her body, but continued rocking his hips with hers, not letting his fucking up even a l...ttle. Oooohhnnnn Holy fucking shit! Melanie thought to herself as she clenched again, unable to keep herself from sobbing in pleasure. Hating every second of it, but unable to stop herself, she gasped, “C-chad….please….f-fill…me….!!!” She clenched again, and knew she was about to explode; she could almost FEEL his dick swelling with sperm as he. "Fuck me, Alan!" she screamed. "Yes...yes...fuck me harder withthat big cock of yours." Jessica was panting and she greedily sucked on Alan's tonguewhenever he offered it to her. Wave after wave of femininityrocked Jessica's body as her lover fucked her."Oh baby," she cooed, "you fuck so good... you can fuck meanytime you want to... I'll do anything you want me to."She submitted totally to Alan. Alan now put his hands underJessica's ass and started pulling her hips towards him as hethrust his. She could not bear the thought of clothing touching her body ever again.She was suddenly very pleased. She had taken another step. She no longer needed the help of such mundane things as clothing to exhibit her sexuality.Their touch returned. Hands roamed and explored her body, a dozen or more upon her at once. She squirmed as fingers probed her cunt, and hands pressed into her backside to coax them inward. She stood impaled upon three fingers, gyrating her hips as other fingers swirled about. ‘No need to buy one,’ Jim said. He tossed me a padlock key and told me, ‘My boat is down at the Chicopee swimming hole. Remember where it’s at? Use the boat as much as you want, just refill the gas tank.’ Chicopee was a wide part of the river with sort of a small bay and the favorite swimming hole of the kids on the south side of Van Buren. I got Jim’s boat and spent the rest of that day running up and down the river. I went to some of the old fishing holes, checked out some of the white.