Playfully he continued to hold my hands above my head, which I happily obliged to. I felt powerless to him, anything he wanted he would get. I was und...r a hypnotic trance again revealed by my regular moaning.He released my hands and rocked back onto his knees, kissing my chest as he moved lower. Slowly and methodically he softly brought his lips to my skin, swirling his tongue over and over, briefly stopping at each nipple and giving them some attention.He continued moving toward my hips. At the same time, Jane rode him hard and tensed on his swollen cock with a sharp cry of pleasure.This combination nearly sent him over the edge and so there was a hurried uncoupling and both pairs of feminine hands stroked him to his own furiously spurting release.For a moment, he thought he had been struck blind with pleasure. Then Sally removed her skirt from his face and he blinked in the bright sunshineAfter such intense enjoyment, there were grateful kisses and caresses for each lady,. He was, of course, ‘raised for it’, in it, but spent his life and work thinking about, obsessing over, resisting with ‘the rest’ in all their incarnations with a tenacity matched only by a parallel fixation on whether or how he should be doing this or indeed, fixating. His elastic mind dwelled momentarily on the metaphorical symmetry of precipitation before berating himself for the adolescent earnestness. ‘Jesus Christ,’ he muttered to himself, ‘any moment now you’ll whip out an acoustic guitar. Even if I didn’t get a chance to put my bedroom together today, at least I could fall asleep on the couch while watching TV. I had only just slid the couch and TV stand into position when I started sweating. It was just my luck to move house on the hottest day of Spring. By the time I had set up the TV and DVD player, my dark grey tank top was stuck to my body with even darker lines of sweat. I could feel perspiration sliding down my spine. In the bathroom, I splashed my face with cold water.