“Oh Mister Mills! Make me cum again.” With her hands in his hair, thrusting her hips and fucking his mouth, his hands grasping her ass as she cums... sweet, extreme waves of pleasure fill her again. He does not stop and puts two fingers deep inside her. Working her up again but this time to see how much she can take. He works with his hand and fingers with fast moves and just before she cums again he presses down on her mound just to see how she squirts a few sprays in the air. He always wanted. All of them learned to smoke like 40's starlets and magazine models in quick time, lest they have their allotment cancelled. The cramps, headaches and shaking associated with withdrawal just weren't worth it.It wasn't as if there was much to buy with excess points, anyway. All of the clothes and shoes were of a theme, all very young, very overtly sexy and just this side of trashy, and served only to make them feel ultra-feminine. They learned quickly to keep their mistakes with makeup to a. “Uhhhggg! Oh god!” I lean back on the bench and watch as my cock disappears in and out as Amy bounces up and down. She is tight, squeezing me with each thrust. You simply sit there in front of her, your face inches from my cock and her pussy. I am amazed at how wet Amy is and I can feel her juices dripping down my thighs. “Damn! She looks so good sliding up and down your hard cock! Fuck her good!” you say with conviction. “Oh my god…oh my god….I am cumming!” Amy groans as a violent climax. Dot was in the bathroom. In about 5 minutes Madhu appeared by my bed with a cup of coffee. She shook me and said it was 11am and we better get moving because check out time was noon. I sat up on the side of the bed and she told me to go ahead and take a shower. She said she had placed clean clothes in there for me and she would pack up and be ready to go when I was finished. I went to the bathroom, showered, shaved and got dressed. I was more nervous than I’d ever been in my life when I came.