I suspect that it has something to do with the fact that she is subconsciously afraid of sex. Something in her past had scarred her. She probably didn...��t even know what it was.She walked towards me and sat on my lap. My hand smoothly slipped between her legs. I knew that she felt uncomfortable, but that was how I wanted her to feel. If I weren’t going to take advantage of her mental weaknesses I wouldn’t have spent so much time looking into her.A wise man always takes every bit of information. Crafty beasts, those little critters, I tell you, as, for all I know, they created the black hole that stubbornly squats the cavity of my skull.If only I possessed the impertinence to seize these fleeting moments in life. Well, I might if I had the awareness to recognize them when they come instead of letting them pass Jack Sparrow style and waving at them while they smirk back at me, knowing I might (or might not) realize—sometimes years later—what perfectly good opportunities I keep. We returned to the room after helping her to clean the place. As she returned, she had with her the ice cream and also cream. She suggested that instead on having the just like that, we should enjoy the dessert. We looked at her questioningly. She slowly applied ice cream on her boobs and spread it all over. She asked us to eat the ice cream, from top to bottom. Both of us took charge of one boob each and started finishing the heavenly treat. She then applied ice cream on her vulva and also her. My cock was undeniably hard; I was so close to cumming. My toes straightened out and I felt the wave of cum shooting through my cock and exploding into his mouth. It really caught Mike by surprise, he wasn’t ready to take so much cum, he pulled his face away and a second wave of cum exploded out of my cock and hit my chest, with one hand Mike was milking my cock, with the other hand he was rubbing the cum on my chest. When he milked the last drop he finished me off by licking my entire cock.