Even so, he did see their point of view for once. This car wasn't just a car; it was a practically priceless art treasure. But to Nick that line of th...nking was sickening. In addition the masterful beauty of its all-aluminum coach work, the car was a tour-de-force of period technology. Under its long and sensuous hood sat the 3257cc masterwork; an art treasure in itself, finished not the way most engines are, but like a fine watch. Inside and out, it was beautiful, engine turning- this engine. Her hips jerk, one quick pump as her passion slips from her grasp for a second.“And you have to do something when you’re horny,” Robert instructs. “Go ahead.”Cynthia’s hands move to her inner thighs. She starts to stroke the sensitive flesh there. Her hips twitch at the touch. She gnashes her teeth and a quiet groan oozes from her. She runs them gently along, her legs tremble in response. Then she slams her legs together, trapping her hands between them. Her whole body trembles, then she. A girl needs some secrets, you cad!"He knew I was kidding him, so instead of looking sheepish, he blew a raspberry on my belly. We were naked on my antique, canopied bed."Lower," I quipped."I just came in you." So? Don't tell me you haven't tasted your own come before. You'd have to be an uptight, squeamish, neat-freak not to be curious enough to taste your own semen, and you're open-minded, far from squeamish, and border on bein' a slob. Eat me, you cad."He flashed his boyish grin and. I slowly moved my fingers in a circular motion just skipping her nipples. I was secreting precum now very badly. And to be frank I was sweating in a December’s night. I was reaching closer to the nipple with every move, and at last, I reached it. And to my fucking surprise, her nipple was hard. It was hard enough to be felt over the suit and bra she was wearing.Omfg was she enjoying? I looked at her face again, eyes closed. Maybe she was faking her sleep.To make sure she was okay with it and.