Helen smiled. “Is that it?” she asked. Was she toying with me? “You’ve got the magic touch,” I added. “So you like what you see?” she a...ked. Dammit, yes! More than you might know. “Yes,” I replied. Helen bent over, her butt facing me. She pretended to be checking her potted plants. She peered behind her, to see me staring back. “So are you sure you like what you see?” she repeated. “Yes,” I replied again. “Well,” Helen responded, “If you really like it, you should take the time to check. I got her up, wrapped my coat around her and carried her back to my room. I laid her on the bed and kissed her and asked her what she wanted next. She said, some wine and a hot bath. I rose and took off all my clothes and poured her a glass. I ran the hot water in the tub, grabbed a robe for her. I walked out and she was naked, spread out and gently touching herself and telling me how hot that was. She told me to come over and she started to suck on me, telling me that she loved my big hot cock. His penis was inside her still throbbing, and with each jerk of it, she felt another warm jet going deep within her. She wrapped her legs around him, and clung to him as if she were drowning. For how long they lay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, they did not know, but eventually, they both got their breath back, and she felt his penis going soft. She tried to give it a little squeeze with her pelvic muscles, but it slipped out. “Oops!” she giggled. Then she felt the fluid running out. .. I want to drink you dry..." I was ready to undo my own pants and pull my cock out for her.Meanwhile, Boyfriend McFootballer, has his jeans and unders to his knees, and his cock is standing ever so proudly. I couldn't tell how big it was, but she certainly liked it, and that's all that really mattered. He slowly stroked himself while she quickened the pace of her fingering herself. I was doing my very best to watch the road, but the moans and sighs coming from the back, mostly from her, made.