I squeeze it, hard but sensually, massaging your flesh in my fingers. I pinch your nipple between my fingertips, succeeding only in making you grow lo...der. Your moans have transformed into sexy screams of pure pleasure, echoing out into the nothingness outside.My thrusts change from short and fast to slowly, as if carefully, withdrawing and reinserting the full length of my cock into your moist depths. My hand moves again, this time downwards. Now between your legs, my fingers successfully find. Time seemed to fly. What started out as a simple family affair had blossomed into a huge community event. Rebecca visited so often, that Carson grew attached to the other woman. Chris made himself scarce when Rebecca visited. The only visits he looked forward to were when John came with her. The two men would often hide out and swapped war stories. It was during one of these visits that John learned about Tyrone. He never met the man, but based on what Chris and his friends shared, he knew he. He took her passively opposing hand by the wrist and lifted it above her head. She uttered what was almost a protest to her new constricted predicament just as his mouth moved to her hypersensitive neck and the only noise that escaped her lips was a breathless feminine moan of surrender. Her reluctant groan hummed into his ear. Its vibration amplified by his own trembling anticipation and excitement, eliciting an a****listic hunger as he devoured the sweet taste of her flesh. His mouth moved. This wasn't Minnesota or one of those states but Kansas. Yeah, the home of wheat and coyotes.I'm Bob and twenty-seven and was on my way from Wichita to just south of San Antonio, Texas for a job interview and was tooling along just over the Oklahoma line at seventy when I saw a young fellow at the side of the road with his thumb out. I pulled over and he ran up to my passengers' door; he was wearing a backpack and carrying a small suitcase so perhaps I should say he waddled up."Hi, I'm going.