Had it on in ten seconds, after which he simply lifted me up, threw me on the bed, and undressed until he was just one big chocolat teddy bear. That l...ked to kiss me, and feel all over me, play with my weener, while he swaffeled me with his dick in his other hand.'Wait' he said, stood up and walked around the bedroom, touching the walls here and there. I had no idea that he was starting his cameras. I had no idea, that this was the final point in where he took me, my persona, my integrity,. I blame that biographer, erm, Rot, Rote…Rotstein! He started it all when he claimed that Napoleon’s score would have been one thousand and some nonsense, and I remind you, that no one alive has ever been found to have a score in excess of three hundred, and suddenly every biographer had to claim that their subject had an even higher score or else it was admitting that you weren’t studying someone as important, and it’s all really contributed to the confusion about what the score represents.. After a week without him, this was where she was supposed to be, under him, filled by him. His cock was pistoning in and out of her. She was nearing her orgasm. She fought the feeling, wanting to focus on his pleasure. She tightened the muscles around his cock, wanting him to feel how much she wanted to pleasure him. This was his hole, for his pleasure after all. Eric grunted when she tightened around him. He felt like a school boy again, as he neared his release. He slapped her upturned ass. “Swimming, you know, skinny-dipping,” she said. “I want to have sex with him again, at our house!” she exclaimed.I said nothing for a few seconds. “Well, OK,“ I added. “If you want to, it’s OK with me!”“You are a peach!” she exclaimed so happily.”Then you won’t mind putting a bottle of white wine into an ice bucket, some nice chilled glasses, turning the pool lights on, and setting a few towels out for us,” she added. “And, I almost forgot, I told him I was single and lived with my brother, I.