“Oh please don't stop.” He begs.I take him deeper, stroking him faster, sucking harder. My pussy juices are now running down my leg. My excitement...increases as his moaning increases. I let out a moan as I feel his thickness increase, I can feel him get harder, thicker. I squirt on my leg at the anticipation of feeling him inside me. I quicken my stroking, I suddenly realize I’m rubbing myself on his leg, He can feel how wet, how hot I'm getting, that I am squirting on his leg. I hear his. Did he have this planned? You tell me. Those ropes were awfully convenient. Once he had my arms tied, he stood up and got a pair of scissors from his nightstand, then proceeded to cut my t-shirt off of me gently, though the sight of the scissors didn't exactly make me comfortable. After that, even though I kicked at him, it was little trouble for him to pull my shorts off of me, leaving me naked. I remember how heavily he was breathing and how scared I was...was he going to kill me? I had no. I took my time and let my hands explore her body as she moaned in pleasure. After a long time, maybe as much as 40 minutes, she reached down and pulled my face into her pussy again and started to cum over my face!I loved the feeling of a pounding, vibrating, orgasmic pussy in my face!My cock was rock hard again.Babushka was spent when her orgasm was over. She pulled me up on her and kissed me. She looked me in my eyes and said that she was still mad that I have spied on her, but she was also. She'd set me up with her friends before so I was mildly intrigued as I drove to her home. Paula left her door unlocked so I didn't bother knocking or ringing when I got there. I stepped into the front room but she wasn't there. “Paula?”“Back here.”I found my way past the kitchen to the rear of her house, only one door was open, my sister's bedroom. I paused at the jamb “Hey, you in here?”“Yeah, come on in.” She was sitting on her bed, her back resting on two of four pillows wearing a thigh.