Or tried to. It was so hard it stayed about two inches up in the air, kind of bobbing a little, like it was nodding it’s head. I stared at the slit ...n the tip, half expecting it to become a pair of lips and say, “Dont’ stop! I was having a good time. Come back!”Then she climbed up on the bed and, looking down at my cock, she very gently let her pussy down on top of it, reaching with two fingers of one hand to spread her pussy lips, one on either side of it. She settled down, putting her hands. It was easy, generating louder and louder moans. I was so close to her sweetness, soothing, and almost tickling her inner thigh area.I slowed down. Her movements sped up, as I rubbed and licked her soft legs. I was happy to increase her sweet pussy’s pleadings for attention, which for the moment I seemingly ignored. Gentle torture is something I love to give, and her responses made clear that I was having the desired effect.I could easily smell her sweetness. I wasn’t quite ready to. Greg kept staring at my cock. Shortly after a short sucking by Beth, she invited me to shower and get dressed in some of her clothes. She took me to the bathroom and undressed me and sucked me a little more before I moved into the shower. After I showed off, I came out to the bedroom and a pile of lingerie was neatly laid out for me. A corset with no bust lift, a matching bra, sheer nylon string bikini panties and thigh-high stockings to attach. Beth helped me step into the corset and helped to. They were still naked. His morning wood was pressing into her ass and his hand was full of her tit. She ground against him and squeezed his hand with hers. He woke with a sharp inhale and a his own squeeze of her breast before running his hand over her thigh and trying to cup her pussy. She playfully smacked his hand.“No way Jose. I can tell it’s sore. Yesterday was fun, but I think I’ll be sitting on a bag of ice today.” She got up and took a shower, then went to the kitchen wearing her.