.that same night...when Megan's strength is totally spent...the devious invention set to perform varying regularities of speed and intensity...never a...lowing her to know when, how much, for how long...totally and desparately alone...to be a victim of some lifeless contraption...used...only for my desire...even if I'm not there to witness her depravity...her body finally and hopelessly droops as much as this tautness allows... Absorbing this erotic scene in my heart, I silently creep back down. He undid my belt and pulled down my trousers and shorts and at his guidance I sat back in a comfy old armchair in the corner. As I watched he stripped off completely and my eyes feasted on his finely muscled body. My cock was throbbing as he knelt between my legs and caressed my thighs and I could hardly breathe as he leant forward and took my cock head in his mouth. His tongue and lips gave my cock the treatment he had given my thumb earlier and I closed my eyes and slumped down in the chair. With our hot, panting cheeks now resting on one another, our hips now move in one tight, fervent rhythm. I feel your breath moisten my ear, and our soft moans make their own simple music – my long, deeper moans accented by your shorter, gasping ones. Our rhythm builds, and we grind our pelvic bones together on the in strokes, inflamed hips driving in spirals toward one another, and kissing intimately when they meet. ‘Are you going to come for me?’ you whisper in my ear. ‘Yes, soon,’ I reply. I noticed that her gaze similarly took in my long, yellow summer dress and my long hair tied loosely back but, in her case, the examination went from north to south and lingered perhaps a fraction around the northern tropics where my diminutive hills were not quite completely concealed. ‘Can I come in, College?’ this was the soubriquet with which she had ultimately endowed me, ‘I have brought a nice little Sauvignon fresh from the ‘fridge which might appeal.’ I followed her into my hastily.