You have to be fucking kidding me, Caty thought. She finally negotiated the complexities of the door and opened it. McGregor appeared with a wide smi...e and twinkling eyes and they both shared in her embarrassment with laughter. Like Caty, he was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that read Get Lucky, Kiss an Irishman. Instinctively, she gave him a peck on the cheek. “Your shirt told me to do that,” said Caty. “Oh yeah? I swear, I didn’t even know I picked this shirt.” “Sure you didn’t,” Caty. He turns over so he won’t see her, not wanting it to get hard, and not being able to do any thing about it. Finally he hears the dryer stop, she walks up to the bed. “You sure you don’t want to sleep in the bed, I’ll take the floor?” “No this is fine right here.” “Okay if that’s what you want.”He goes to sleep listening to her cry, but some time in the night,, he feels something on his chest. Her little hand is resting on his chest, then she starts running her hand over his chest. He. Whore put one hand onto the chrome of each headrest hold tight , now lower your cunt onto your ready made cock , fuck your self whore like I was doing it to you bitch , She started off well but slowed as if she couldn’t keep the pace up , I soon changed that , as I pushed a ball vibrator into her clit and left it there throbbing her , until she got her rhythm back which wasn’t long I left to look around and she was joined by others . Then they surprised her , as this vibrator , if you turned. "Jim, my arms are getting tired, I want on top for awhile." Somehow she rolled me onto my back while keeping me inside her. She lifted my hands so I could massage her breasts. Her breasts were firm, but had enough give to allow my fingers to squeeze them. If this is heaven, I don't want to leave. "Are you enjoying yourself, Sally?" She kissed me hard, so I took that as a yes.Ten minutes later, I start feeling my balls tighten. "Sally, I'm about to come." So we both start to pick up the pace..