She returned the favor, giving him a fantastic face to fuck as she worked at his cock buried inside the heavenly depths of her orgasmic throat. Reluc...antly, she pulled away. "Enough of Buzz," she whispered. "I want you!" He pulled Buzz out of her and she climbed on top of him and sank that strawberry-scented, vibrating pussy of hers onto his cock. Outside, the elements were at war, but he was used to it by now. He grabbed her hips and raised his hips higher, his brain exploding as he felt. Everything one could need, everything in its place. Comfortable.And Gene. He was so – perfect – gorgeous. She formed a picture of him in her mind. Broad furry chest, perfect for running fingers through. Large gentle hands. Tall, strong, and oh! Sparkling green eyes, full of laughter. A square jaw setting a warm smile, framed by a soft dark beard. I’d like to run my fingers through that, too. Michele wondered what it would be like, what he was like, what it meant to be his. I bet he could make. His cock stiffened to maximum rigidity and his balls retracted tight to the restricting ring in submissive euphoria, when the elegant executrix strutted into his view next to him; the pleasure of his realisation was sublime as she unfurled her vicious bullwhip. He now fought to stop himself coming too soon as the curvaceous dominant toyed with the length of braided and extremely wicked leather instrument of punishment. She smiled with a look of wicked contempt, as he panted through the gusset. Maybe to apologize, and to tell her to be comfortable. In the other room Priti was just sitting on the bed. Before I could say anything she indicated me to bolt the door from inside. I bolted the door, and moved towards her, and sat besides her. God knows, what came upon me I decided to hug her. I hugged her like mad, as she reciprocated as if long lost lovers had met. I had very little time as my other family members could have come looking for us. We continued from where we had left a day.