I very nearly feel sorry for you. “Ready to cum?” I ask. You seem unable to talk now, but you nod vigorously several times. It’s safe to say you...want to cum. “Okay,” I say. I turn away and sit down on you, taking your cock smoothly inside my pussy. You grip my arse as I bounce up and down, every motion a warm caress around you. I’m no longer teasing, no longer holding back. I’m fucking you to the end now. “Oh fuck!” you roar. You thrust so hard that you tip me off you, onto the floor. You fall. As she and I spent increasing amounts of time together the issue of whether or not, and how, I would approach explaining the shared understanding at my apartment began to loom. Either I would have to continue to steer her away from my residence or find the way to broach the subject, facing the possibility that she might be not be receptive to such an environment or, for that matter, a romantic companion that would harbor a preference for such an living arrangement. I liked Kate a great deal,. Wes came to my rescue, his fingers gasping each of my butt cheeks and rocking them up and down on his own cock. I could see the ecstasy building in his face as he stared up at my breasts dangling before him, the nipples like a mobile above a baby’s crib. Slowly, I began to see the range of control I had over him. It was a powerful position to be in. It felt as if I could be the master, controlling depth, speed, everything. As I saw the orgasm building his face, I could slow down to delay it. I. I would come in from a run, strip down to a jock and toss my sweaty shirt and shorts down the steps to the laundry area in the basement. These were old habits I gave up when Kim moved in, but I thought they were appropriate now. When Kim gave me an in your face taunt or flash, I made sure to answer by turning Andrea's head.It came to a head one morning when Jeffy was on a school trip. They were already at breakfast, and I came down in sport briefs, without a shirt. I had an erection, and Kim.