I watched as she pulled it over head. She was now almost totally naked as she worked the clasp on her bra to remove it. She grabbed my cock with bo...h of her hands and began to stroke it very fast and very hard. She just kept looking at it and murmering something about it being hard for so long. I didn't care. I was getting pussy and sucking and just about anything I wanted for right now without any question. I began a fucking motion with my hips, and she began to put her mouth all over. She said “I’m so…”, and forgot what she was saying for a moment. She felt a moistness in her vagina and said, “wet.” John heard the sex happening as soon as he woke up. It was, perhaps, the thing that woke him up. He hated living next door to Dennis. That moody, unpredictable dude who was somehow a chick magnet. This girl’s moans sounded deeper than the previous girls he’d overheard. This one was moaning exactly in rhythm with the mattress squeaking. Dennis said something and John heard a. At one point in her grieving and healing process, Miriam had cried, "All I want is to be married to a good man who will love me! Why is that too much to ask?"From that point, Kris led her through the process, like she had me later, of listing just what she wanted in a man and what she couldn't tolerate.Much later, Kris told me that the profile of Miriam's ideal man fit me like a $3,000 suit. So Kris, being Kris, decided to see what she could do as a matchmaker with her dad and her best. I was quite enjoying this now, and could almost feel him waiting for my next move. I stood then, and walked back to my deckchair, stopping once to bend down to scratch at my ankle in a wonderful slow flash of my bum to him. I giggled to myself, and settled back in the deckchair.I lay there a while, and then had a flash of inspiration. I looked about so as to see that no-one was watching, then undid the string on my bikini top, and removed it, my breasts swinging into his full view. I could.