Her hands dug into him painfully as she held on, trying to stop the horrible sobs. She could barely breathe and what air managed to get in seemed to b...rn her lungs. And every time she thought the tempest was dying, something seemed to set it off again. Jonathan hung on to her determinedly all through it, rocking her and murmuring endearments into her ear until at last the pain of her raw throat brought the storm to a halt. Thankfully, he didn't let go then and perhaps in that moment, he became. “Lovely!” He says. “Young and fresh and perfect!”He pulls her forward on the seat until her bum is on the edge. Standing up he lowers his jeans and boxers revealing his already rock hard cock. It’s smaller than mine but still rock hard. Moving it towards her face he puts it to her lips. She’s glances at me as she holds her mouth firmly shut and tries to move her head. A firm slap across her face from the man encourages Trish to open her lips.She feels his cock head slide across her lips. They were obviously bra less judging by the slight sag and way they jiggled with her every movement. My cock stiffened to the point that I had to reach down into my sweats and shift it from the binding against my leg. Just then the toast popped."Honey, please butter the toast for me." she asked."Oh oh," I thought, "She is certainly going to notice my hard on." I wonder what she will think of that." I mused. "Oh well, here goes." I said to myself now not caring.I was close enough to her now to. Reaching down, I massaged her right boob, hearing her moan ever so slightly like she was trying to hid her pleasure from me. Taking this as a sign to move forward, our lips locked. Her tongue darting through my lips and enveloping my own. I wrapped my hands around her firm tight ass, lifting her slightly off the tile. She left my embrace, turned around, and looked over her shoulder. For once in my life, I knew exactly what the opposite sex wanted. Pressing my rigid cock against her supple.