Her back arched and her toes curled with the effort of holding back her orgasm. “Tell her,” Tonya said to Will. “Tell her no.”“Not yet, Bell...,” he said, low and commanding.She shuddered again. Her insides clenched all around him. She nodded her head weakly, her eyes tightly shut as she fought the rising pressure and the sparks of intensity, and the vibrating energy that intensified the sensations everywhere it went. She was losing it. The ritual was going to unravel if she couldn’t hold it. As it turned out it was probably one of my best decisions.For those unaware of the distances involved its 168 miles (272 km) from London to Sheffield, most of it is motorway travel. Being lucky enough to have a large automatic car with cruise control, it was literally a case of point and steer. Just as I approached the slip road to the motorway, it was raining and just ahead of me I saw three figures huddled under an umbrella with a cardboard sign saying Nottingham. It was not until I slowed to. It was about control. Itwas about manipulation. And, yeah, it was about getting his dick wet.The next morning -- Sophie and Daniel had slept over, in a separate room-- Clint walked down stairs in just his robe. Flower was making breakfastfor the three, and she glanced up. "Flower, will you bring me someorange juice into the den?" She nodded, then poured it and followed himinto the other room.He sat in the big chair to the right of the room. He sat, and his robeflopped open. And there it was,. She had just fuck my friend last week and now she fucking me. That night when i fucked her, she finally got a real orgasm(she later admit to me). Her and i started talking but nothing serious. She would invite us(my friend and i and other) over to her place to drink and hang out. One night, maybe two week later, she invited all of us over again, but i couldn't make it. My friend and other were drinking and everybody left home except him. He wanted to try to hit it one more time(by this time i.