I did not play with his prick a lot as I had better plans for it than to spend too much time with it in the shower. After we had washed each other I t...ok him to the bedroom and to my bed. I thanked him for letting me fuck him. He replied that it was amazing especially when I squirted into him. I told him I wanted him to fuck me. He smiled his prick was already hard, I told him to lay on his back on the bed. When he had settled I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him deep, fingering his. Andpower. Once again my left hand goes to my breast, my fingers urgentlytwisting and nipping. My right hand now caressing his legs through thesoft material. (Oh I do believe I've got you you man. For now.....) The fifty strokes are completed, the tension in the bed room is like anelectrical storm, my vanity bench is soaked, and I can feel the damppatch from his leaking oozing cock. I have been very gently touching it.But now my arm really is cramping, and I need to stop. The look on hisface is. "Come on, Mark," Jess said. "Spit it out. What about Little Miss Perfect?" That is what I'm trying to tell you if you women would stop interrupting me." And here he paused, his eyes daring any of us to interrupt him again. "As I was saying: the lovely Hannah has this fantasy that's driving her nuts." What kind of fantasy?" I asked him."She wants to be a fly on the wall in the bedroom of an attractive married couple while they make love. We thought..." he paused again for a moment and looked at. She tiptoes along the shore, biding time. Sand like powder, white and sharp with the scent of salt, crisp with ozone, shifts beneath her feet. Feet... she smiles... dainty little things, slender legs, muscles that ripple and bunch as she moves, knees that knock only slightly with every step and skin... bronzed skin, that gleams with a lustre stolen from the sun, glides over her body as it tries to contain all that she is in that instant. Midnight tresses, shimmering and silken, dance about her.