Whenever his eyes were upon me, I became aroused myself, andthis occurrence was almost constant on our journey. Even as we guidedour horses along the...Via Tiburtina in the bouncing, rattling coach, Isat close to him, pressing my thigh against his, warming his bicep withmy bosom and clutching hands. During those times he was not driving, hestruggled to control his passion and to withhold his caresses from me,but he often failed, and when he succumbed, so did I. I could no moreignore his. I could feel the need tightening deep inside of me, clenching hard, racing towards me but backing away just as I reached for it. My breath was coming in steamy pants, my skin so hot I thought the rain would dissolve and hiss as it touched my skin.I touched my pussy lips, hairless and soft, dripping in need. I raised the finger to my lips, tasting my own erotic juices with a quiet hmmm of pleasure. I loved the taste, whether male or female, pleasure in it's most complete and scintillating form.. .. she masturbated, echoed through my brain. It reminded me of how it felt, those few times I was loved by Brian."Before I knew it, I was masturbating with her. Of course, I was much quieter than her. I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my moans."When Pyx left, I thought it would be over. I was wrong. She moved in with you, and she told me all about what you were doing to her." At your request."She nodded in shame. "I know. The temptation was too great."I've prayed that God would take away. His profuse pre-cum was providing more than enough lubrication. “Oh, James please make love to me. Make me your slave!” Sherri moaned. “Take it, and guide me in!” It was a command. Sherri took his magical morphing serpent and aimed it at the soul of her pleasure. James pushed, and both felt Sherri’s vagina release. Sherri moaned as the torrid tool penetrated the depths of her pleasure pit. He began a rhythm which Sherri sensually mimicked with the thrusts of her pelvis. Their tempo.