Her face gradually changed to a look of urgency, she was riding harder, I felt her cunt muscles tightening, she looked down at me, her mouth open and ...ttering ‘oohh…oohh…oohh…screech’ as her orgasm hit her.Jean flopped forward, her tits on my chest, she raised her lips to mine, we kissed. suddenly‘oh my god, nooo Harold please not there…squeak’she was squirming on my still hard dick embedded deep inside her. Harold was kneeling in between my outstretched legs, and was trying to mount Jean’s. She also wants to ask if his dad knows or, worse, encourages him.She asks, instead, ?Do you go to church, often???At least three times a week,? he says, the sin of pride creeping into his voice.?When I was a kid, they only had it once a week. So, does your dad go with you???Usually, when he can get away from work. I’d like him to take a more active role, but he just doesn’t have time.? The boy’s face crumples into an entirely unappealing frown. ?I just don’t think that’s godly, spending so. She kept upping the intensity until I reached the point where I didn’t think I could take any more. Then, she slowed and stopped. Relief at last. My head was spinning, my cock grateful to be released from her grasp. She gave me a few minutes to rest, then told me, “I would have stopped you know, had you asked.” “I know”, I replied, “but I didn’t want you to think I was a wimp.” She laughed at that and said, “I don’t think you will have an problems with you endurance now, if you can get it. "Hey, if you're going to be a lesbian, there's a lot of ways tohave fun." She grinned, then pouted. I tingled. "Um, I'm likebroke and well, there are some things I need and..." Tell my mom. I bet she'll cover the costs. With a smile."Packing my stuff was fast. Mom outdid herself. We were booked ata small retreat several miles from the city. She said it was a"luxury suite". We stopped and collected Joyce's and Emil'sthings, and headed out of town, via a little shop where Joycemade several.