My pussy was wet with anticipation. He owned me, and I wanted him to use me, even if he was pimping me. As long as it was black, I’d fuck it. I sque...zed his cock through his trousers, then unzipped him, and slipped my hand inside. He wasn’t wearing pants, he never did. I felt his cock stiffen, but he pushed my hand away. “Later slut, later.” He said. “Tomorrow we are having a party here. So you, you pathetic little man, get the beers, and some food. You can come, and watch the brothers fucking. Once again, I heard all the bells and whistles going off in my head as we kissed. I licked at his lips until he opened his mouth taking my tongue into his. Our tongues danced in our mouths as we kissed deeply and with much passion.John’s hand slipped from my back down to my butt. He used his hand at my butt to pull me against his body. I slipped my hand between us placing it at his crotch. I rubbed my hand there feeling his cock growing as I did. John broke our kiss as he gazed into my. She began to wonder if her ghostly tease could bring her to the brink without any more overt contact.Her senses were so inward focused now that she felt it the instant the first tendril caressed the underside of her left breast. It was such a little thing, yet in her state an electric shock of pleasure. More touches followed, on both her sensitive mounds. Finger-like tendrils swirled around and upward, kneading them gently, sliding toward her almost aching nipples.When one tendril swiped. I tell her try to relax but hold on. After she relaxes I lift her off the ground with ease but now my face was between her breasts. I look up to tell we could try some other way and she has her face turned to the side hands on my shoulders. Now I begins to feel her weight and I know I will run out of fumes. I start to walk slowly but can’t see where I am going and turn my head to the right and she slips from hand. I tries to lift her but she is slipping to the floor and in a reflex I grab on to.