That also makes itfeel wrong to cross my legs like I used to, ankle over knee; I now tendto cross them knee over knee. It's more comfortable psycholo...icallyeven if rather less so physically. When I get in a car I sit sidewaysand swivel my body until I'm positioned correctly; no more stepping intothe footwell and just plopping onto the seat. Sometimes I run my handsunder my butt and down my thighs. It took me a good while before Irealized what I was doing: I was smoothing an imaginary. Er ... pleasure her that way, I could sure extend it by going very slow as I moved inside her. She tried several times to speed me up, then just moaned her frustration ... and pleasure ... and suffered through my slow thrusts. Poor baby. I didn't hear any complaints when she finally exploded in a shattering orgasm that left her breathless and practically paralyzed. Of course, I had mercy on her then and stopped to let her recover ... not! I kept going, ignoring her weak complaints and. I'm sure more than one of the guys had some complimentary remarks, and just as many complained that I took too long. My jeans and other clothes had been laundered and had been waiting for me in the cabin, so I brought them with me to the bathhouse. I left it dressed in jeans, a short sleeved knit tee shirt and long sleeved pull over cotton sweater.I carried the coat to the dinning hall, where I found Jeremy and Alice already engaged in conversation. I guess that's what they called it. They were. While the shower water was continuously flowing, I made her lie on the floor and started stroking my dick into her hole. I had never stroked for that much time before. But this time, maybe because of the cold water that was cooling off my sexual heat inside me, I was able to fuck her longer. A lot of cum washed away in this process.After that, we took a proper bath, cleaning each other’s body. I was only applying soap to the boobs and pussy area. Seeing this, my mom teased me saying she had.