My breath is steady and rhythmic. My feet are pounding on the pavement. My mind is only focused on the next step and the next piece of trail. Music is...playing in my ears but I no long hear the words. It has become part of my body blending with my breath and heartbeat. I’m in the zone. This is when my problems disappear and I become one with the path. I’m alone out here and the world appears quiet and peaceful. There’s nothing better than this and makes running at 6 am worth the struggle to. That’s your call to decide if you’re up for that. Personally, I hate gagging, but if it turns your guy on and that makes you hot, then by all means, knock yourself out!I’d start out by going down on the guy in a typical position (i.e., on my knees), getting everything all wet and whatnot, and then slowly start sliding him into the back of my throat each time I go down on him. The back portions of the mouth and the throat produce more mucous and you’ll notice it starting to get much more. She pressed three fingers against the opening of Bari’s vagina, feeling her warmth but careful not to let them penetrate. Her other hand slid up and down the crack of Bari’s ass, traveling slowly, occasionally teasing her soapy asshole with a fingertip.Paula was careful to move as slowly as possible, letting Bari’s arousal build. But no matter how lightly she rubbed her pussy Bari’s excitement continued to grow until it was obvious she was nearing her climax.Her moans of pleasure were regular. She has a very nice set of 36 DDs, and I love seeing them, but I was a little bit surprised. He, on the other hand, took it in stride and picked up a pencil and drawing pad and started sketching. He is a very good artist. We just went on with our conversation, no one really mentioning the fact that my wife’s tits were hanging out. We talked for a while, and he was getting nearly done with his sketch- which looked very good, he has a talent for drawing tits. My wife looked at him and said,.