She thought. She had the sneaking suspicion he would try to stop her before she got to...And of course, then he did. Grabbed her hand, looked at her, ...mirked, then put her hand back in her own lap and went back to watching the show.Cassie was mortified, but whether at her own behavior or at its rejection, she had not yet decided. She excused herself to go to the rest room so he wouldn't see her tears of shame and fury."Maybe he is gay," she muttered. The bastard.Johnny watched her go, wondering. They were soaking wet and I could swear my finger was almost slipping inside of her! I was running my finger up and down her lips, over her clit, teasing her all the while. She was now really getting into this, and was desperate for me to really make her cum, so I worked a little harder on her clit with my thumb and at the same time slowly worked a finger inside of her. Within seconds she came. She really didn't know what to do with herself - she desperately wanted to make a noise but knew she. We rocked forwards and back, up and down, hitting my G-spot and allowing him to slide out only to be plunged back to the hilt. I was loving every minute of riding my beautiful rescuer. I stood up and bent forward allowing him to slap my full ass with his heavy balls and getting every inch deeper and deeper into my pulsating pussy. "Oh yesssssss, I moaned" as he shoved the full length in then eased back allowing only the tip of the head to stay encircled in my pink lips. He slid his hand around. She reached into the drawer of the cabinet at her side of the bed and took out the tube. "Frank used this," she said.I reached to take it from her."Let me..." she said, already unscrewing the cap.She smeared my cock, and then she squeezed more lube into her palm and smeared it between her buttocks with considered care. There was a small box of tissue on her night table, and she took three sheets and cleaned her finger. Then she retrieved a bobble from her draw and strangled her hair fiercely in.