Her hands are warm and I’m moving my hips slightly faster when she suddenly slows to a stop. She sits there, holding my dick tightly and not moving ...er forearms at all. I rock my hips up and down, forcing my cock to rub up and down in her hands. This continues for a few strokes and she giggles. She loosens her grip on my dick, continuing until I can't get any more feeling, then finally she lets go of my dick and it flops back to my stomach. The pleasure dries up and disappears. “Time for. Is that OK?’ ‘That would be awesome. I didn’t know you were home yet, so I called Robert.’ ‘I know. He called me.’ ‘He couldn’t do it, could he? He couldn’t stand to see me. I’m not sure I could stand to see me either.’ ‘Are you done, squirt?’ I said softly. ‘What do you mean?’ she asked. ‘I hate to disappoint you, Piglet, but I haven’t scheduled a pity party for ya. You should know me better than that. You’ve had four months to feel sorry for yourself. It’s time to move on.’ I felt, more than. “It’s time to leave,” Nancy told Barry the next day.“Leave? To go where?”“I don’t know where you’re going, but I’m going to try my luck in Hollywood.”“Like I said before, Nancy you’re nuts. Well,I’m going back to the ranch. It ain’t much, but someday it’ll be mine. When my old man croaks; anyway.Well to each his own she thought. Her Uncle Cliff was never going to get his grubby paws on her again! Barry. A battle of pleasure and control. She wanted to give them the fuck of their lifes. She wanted to make sure they never forget how she fucked them good and proper. At the sametime it felt so good being manipulated and man-handled by these black bucks. She wanted to just let go and let the waves of ectasy crash through her body. To just let them fuck her. Her arse was as wet as her pussy and both dicks were slipping in and out like well oiled piston engines.Then it happened. She was there. Her.