My photographer friend and lover was gently stroking my hair. My head ached a little but the rest of my body was so relaxed. She was picking up a bath...mitt and applying some liquid soap.My photographer friend and lover had her green work shirt on again but it wasn't buttoned. As she applied the soapy bath mitt to my shoulders she asked "Have a nice nap?" I watched her substantial hooters jiggle as she worked. I could only see her from the chest up so I didn't know what, if anything, she had on. I asked first and he nodded yes. I had never done that to a man. It was so sexy to be fingering his lubed ass.He moaned with pleasure. I was really want thought to see and feel his cock. Eventually he rolled over revealing his half hard penis. I oiled him up all over working down to where I really wanted to be: his cock and balls. I got him hard quickly, cupping his balls and squeezing them while I stroked him. I alternated this with more ass fingering and then he said i could climb on top of. Moab. The banners on the walls extorted using the cane to beat out the devil, be it homosexuality, disrespect for their parents or any other old testament biblical law. It was another fenced complex that the preacher and his cronies worked from. It was easier to snip their brain stems up inside their skulls. I did something special for the preacher. I cut his head in two the hard way.I released her hand. She convulsively clutched it to her chest, panting, obviously terrified. I handed her the. “Ohhh shit, Jack, so big! I feel your jizz in me! Fill me, I’m cumming again! Ohhh FUUCCCK!”Holding her up as long as possible, I finally pulled out in a gush of cum and fell to the bed. She went face down next to me, moaning slightly.When we both started to move, I noticed my cock was still semi-hard. She glanced at it and smiled, then looked at me, saying, “You’ve beaten me silly for today. Maybe next time.” Then we rolled out of bed.We had a much more sedate shower than the first one,.