I noted she was still soaked as she moved to straddle my hips.I fisted my cock as she lowered her body to my cock. I swiped the head back and forth th...ough her slit, coating the head. I found her hole as she lowered her body. As the head speared her, her breathing stopped, she hesitated and pulled up. She pushed down again. Several attempts later, she had most of it in her body, about 2-inches was visible between our bodies. I reached to take her tits in my hands, rolling each nipple firmly.. Just then an alarm clock went off. One of those old fashioned pieces with the two gongs with a clapper between, stuck on top of the analog clock. Several years ago, the alarm clock rule was installed for our neighborhood parties, the afternoon after several partiers had overstayed their welcome at the Harris' Fourth of July barbecue, keeping them up until well after three AM. Whoever threw the party made it known what the cutoff time would be and the clock was set for that time. Anybody still. As we all know, good things come to an end and this was no exception, though it was one of the more spectacular ends in my experience to date. She had found that she could reach the top sides of the cubicle and wrap her legs around my haunches so long as I supported her slightly with my hands gripping her buttocks. She now flailed like a gymnast preparing to swing on the parallel bars for a reverse somersault. My cock had reached super charged hardness in response to this amazing internal. Just a pick me up so I’d be fresh and alert for the evening’s entertainment. But I’d ended up sleeping for two hours. I wondered if Max was home yet? I listened but the house seemed quiet, empty. Still, I thought, he’s probably here, staring at that damn computer. He knew better than to be late tonight. I’d made it very clear how important this was to me. It wasn’t just that it was my birthday. Yes, I was born on October 31st, Halloween, kind of nice don’t you think? Well I’ve always thought so.