The evening was chilly and she could tell autumn was here. The sky was clear the air crisp and the stars sparkled overhead. She leaned over the side o... the ferry to gaze into the water as the ferry chopped through it, she loved the wind in her face, and the way it caused her hair to fly wildly. It had been a long time since she had taken the journeys she would take tonight. Two years ago Chelby visited this small Victorian township and fell in love with Port Townsend, Washington which is also. Jane all but leapt to her feet. Rushing across the room she returned with a small padded bench. It was a little wider and longer than a computer keyboard. The base was wider still and all four sides sloped slightly outward. It was a box really with the lid firmly padded. It was about 14 inches tall, which was enough so that when Jane was on all fours she could rest her tummy on it by rolling her hips forward. This of course opened her ass and pussy giving Tim easy access. She quickly returned. He reaches around, fondling her tits as he rubs his hard black cock in between her legs from behind. Stacy can't help it; the friction of his black member rubbing against her engorged clit and seeing her own juices moistening his cock as it slides back-and-forth between her legs is turning her on, no matter how much she tries to deny it. "Please....no more..." she begs, whimpering, and for a moment she's convinced he's stopped out of some measure of sympathy. But he's only stopped so that he. Slowly, she inched his arm away from her neck. Forgetting about the punch, he brought his left arm down and pressed against his forearm for reinforcement. She still had the momentum, and his arm still inched down from her neck. Focusing all his might, he finally brought his arm to a halt. But he didn’t know how long he could hold it, and she was breathing again. Concentrating on the struggle to keep her pinned, he failed to notice that he had brought his lower section into a vulnerable.