Ron broke our kiss and whispered in my ear, "Don't make me cum yetSimone. We need to save it." I stopped movement of my hand but couldn'tforce myself ...o release it. It felt so erotic and sensual to hold it andpleasure him. I heard Andy in the back ground as more light flashesannounced his continued picture taking activities."Why don't you get on your knees Simone?" he was asking.I felt Ron's hands on my shoulders and I sank to my knees without furtherurging still tightly grasping his cock. When. If that was the case I'd wait until she had left the house then slip downstairs and turn on the computer spending some quality time alone with 'the ladies' as I used to call them. In my horny state it wouldn't take too long to stroke myself to a very happy ending; usually imagining sniffing their panties and tonguing their moist fannies - but I digress!Most times she was home and in bed. I could see her face in the mirrored wardrobe doors and I knew she was watching me undress and I could see. Obviously, I didn't know just how much it would hurt me, but I still knew it meant something big. I closed my eyes and took the deepest breath I could. I endured it the best I could, but it was still an uphill battle.I felt him push his dick further into me, and it almost seemed like the whole thing was in there. I couldn't be sure, but judging from me shaking nonstop and sobbing a bit, it wouldn't have surprised me.Even though I wasn't sure how much of it was inside me, he kept it there for a. Once the stew was ready, I carried it onto the porch. I turned on the outside lights, which allowed me to look down the canyon both ways normally. The view tonight was restricted to the white wonderland just a hundred feet or so in front of the house. The tracks I had made coming in were already filling in and you would have to know where to look for them the by morning. Gail looked at me and said it did not look like we were getting out tomorrow. I laughed and said that although I could plow.