He loved it. It drove him wild inside just as it did her.Never had such strong, firm hands felt so good to her. His touch set every nerve ending on fi...e, leaving her pleading for more. He saw her needing eyes and smiled as he watched her slowly melt into his grasp. Like clay in his hands, he was going to mold her just the way he wanted."Turn around," he said, patting her left hip with one firm pop of his right hand. As she turned her body with her now trembling legs, he grasped her shoulders. She continued with her strokes, her grip seemed slightly tighter. My cock was now fully erect. My concern now was if I was going to cum. Mum looked into my eyes as she continued wanking me, there was a look I had never seen before. I was getting close when she stopped. She explained that the skin did not seem to be moving and she suggested I try a bath in salt water. She got up and went to the bathroom to run the bath. She told me to lie and relax, try and get my penis (as she called it) back. He begins pistoning them in and out now, pressing and wiggling the flat of his thumb against her clitoris, a stiffened little knob. She bucks her hips into it, feeling the wild speed and motion of the van and the vibrations of highway imperfections shimmer up through her legs, run the nervy bud of her anus. Some lucky dexterity permits him to strum her perineum with his little finger and she doesn’t care if they crash, doesn’t care if they take off into space or burst into flame, doesn’t care. As Julia lay on her back on the massage table, gasping for breath and still experiencing an occasional jerk, Frank hurried to prepare for the next step. Long ago, they had become addicted to the feel of her oiled skin as they made love, so they did not even think of showering first. He spread a large towel over the ultra-thick bathroom carpet, lit a couple of candles, turned off the heat lamp, and shed his clothes.Almost carrying her, he helped her onto the towel and knelt over her. There was.