She lifted both of her legs up and over mine, her calves inside my knees and spread me open as wide as I could go. We were both over whelmed by shakin... orgasms. I was coming so hard, I was squirting and squirting, This has never happened to me, I was in dream land. Luka lapped up my juices in double time, sending me toward the edge uncontrollability again, it felt like the whole room was shaking. All of the sudden I snapped out of the fog, the room wasn't shaking, no we were falling!. But this time, his bites and squeezes were not as rough as they once were. Now I was thinking. Maybe why he groped me hard last time was only because I asked him to. Well, after years of rough sex, I am inclined to enjoy it somewhat rough but not as rough as I had from him last time, really. This way I liked it more. Maybe he is not doing it rough now because that is not what he is. He wants to do it soft like a real man but he made it rough because I wanted him to and now he does it soft. My head was spinning, and I didn't know what to do. His tongue parted my lips, and our kiss deepened. I felt blood rush to my already hard dick, and I put my hands on his bare chest. Fuck it, I was too horny to care anymore. We kissed again, not as frantic as before, but rather passionate. I flipped him onto his back, planting kisses all around his beautiful body. I had to admit, he was really toned and had a beautiful complexion. His pants were still on, and I pulled them off, revealing his. I'm staying in Poppy's old room until the children and I decide what we'll be doing." After my mother had died, my father couldn't stand their huge bedroom suite anymore, and so he'd moved everything of his out to a big downstairs room on the leeward side of the great plantation house. His room had opened up to the veranda in the side yard and that was where he'd spent the remainder of his life. That room was right next to Willie's office, now mine, I had to keep reminding myself. I had planned.