For months after I felt haunted by all the things I hadn’t said, as if a few magic words could have been the code that would have kept us together. ...hat if I had ten more minutes I would have found the words that would have kept him there. That ten more minutes of passion would have given him the faith to say, this can work. It took me the better part of a year to realize that ten minutes wouldn’t have saved us. We had done all we could do for, by, and to each other. We were just two people. Her ministration caused the woman to cum yet again. She felt empowered. She had made a man and a woman cum in a matter of less than thirty minutes. Her feeling of powered heightened the intensity and soon she was drenching both Mr. Lewis and Mr. Gibson with her own cum. Their fingers and tongues continued to work her as she rode the waves of ecstasy. Ava collapsed onto the woman. Mr. Gibson was aroused by the sight. He chuckled and said, “I suppose we should introduce everyone here. The woman. I was awake, and as for him, he knew I was sleeping. Shortly after I felt the warmth of his mouth. He was going very very slow, and not so deep, probably in fear that will wake up. I found it funny that *game* so I moved a little in my *sleep* just the way to be able to shove almost my whole cock inside his mouth. I felt that he was about to choke, and could imagine a fear in hos thoughts, so I eased off a bit that push, just for a bit, because unknown passion took me in a wave, and with all. Rubbing her foot in a light and sensuous manner didn’t convince any of us that her foot was really sore, but no one cared. Moving up her hands gently up her calf, Anne complained that the pain seemed to be moving up her leg.As my typing obviously slowed, she spread her legs ever so slowly while caressing her calf. Throughout this whole process the bottom of Anne’s dress had worked its way past mid-thigh. I glanced over at the guys could tell that they must be getting a great view of her.