Again he couldn't believe what has happening. Miss Jones - when was the last time he had thought of her as that - was laying beside him, still flushed...from her last orgasm. Her nipples were still hard and he couldn't resist rubbing them again. Cheryl's eyes were closed and she moaned softly as he ran his fingers around them.Cheryl opened her eyes and looked at Bill's face as he concentrated on massaging her breasts. There were still a few drops of sweat on his face from the furious fucking he. His thick male member was cut and he had shaved balls, smelled clean, fresh out of the shower, sure I smelled Irish Spring. I kissed the tip of his swollen glans, licked under the gland and moved my head so he could watch. While it was 01.00 and it was dark outside there was enough light in the port a john that he could see someone sucking and licking his throbbing hardness. I open my mouth and sucked his limp dick into my warm wet mouth. Soft man skin flutes are fun because you can suck them. Bra and panties lay on the floor nearby. She takes several deep breaths, clearly not back in dancing shape, then gives herself a quiet applause. She finds a decent bench in the storage area and amazingly finds a blanket still in packaging nearby."Since when does a blanket come in plastic packaging?"She unwraps the blanket and sets it on the bench then sits down. She looks down at her body, slightly sweaty, her nipples are rock hard. She touches them gently, teasing them. She lowers one. Nor was she to be disappointed. With one final thrust and groan, she felt him go tense and could sense the sheath being filled with gush after gush of ejaculate.She felt Mr Bingley finally pull out, and raised herself up to see Jane removing the now full sheath from his still-rigid member, careful not to spill any of its contents.“Come here quickly, Lizzy, before it cools,” she said. “Now open your mouth.”Elizabeth did as she was told, and tipped back her head and stuck out her tongue as Jane.