I moved on top of her and kissed her, leaving no passion out of it. I slowly worked my way down to her lovely breasts, kissing the whole way down. ...I licked her nipple while my hand was massaging the other. I switched to the other and then repeated the action, this time nibbling on her nipples. I slowly worked my way down her stomach, kissing it. Instead of going to her wet pussy like she probably thought that I would, I made my way down her thigh. I kissed it and started nibbling it. But Matt stopped as Abby had stopped Jeff from fucking her. She made Jeff sat on her bed, leaning his back on the bed’s headrest with both his legs widely apart. Abby knelt in front of him, held his cock with both hands and stroke it up and down, up and down, up and down.Jeff was in so much pleasure. Abby’s tiny fingers that were wrapped around Jeff’s cock made him feel so good. He closed his eyes and gasped and groaned, feeling the intense pleasure. After a while, his cock became even harder. As much as I loved Thursdays in the motel with all the various positions, toys, bondage and sex, and now almost always with Mike joining Bill and me there, blow job Tuesdays were different and just as good. I know I am great at blow jobs as I have used them many times in high school and college to keep from getting pregnant. I am one that feels I AM in control when I am giving a guy a blow job even though he thinks he is in charge. I control how good it will be, if I let him come in my mouth,. ‘God, girl — you are one awful mess,’ sighed Camilla, knowing no one was there was there to listen and that stimulated her anguish. Almost overnight the vivacious leading female magazine writer had become a fallen butterfly, lying unwanted while everyone else was laughing, dancing, dining, boozing or banging their heads into the pillows in ecstasy, screaming amid unbelievable orgasms to attain crescendos that threatened crystal chandeliers as far as two blocks away. That life that had slipped.