I was evidently naked. My consciousness kept drawing me back into darkness, but the coarse cloth pulled me back again and again. I had no strength, no...e to even talk. The woman had strong warm hands, the cloth a rough contrast. I returned from consciousness at one moment and noticed that a finger was gently sliding along the length of my penis. Up and down, and even in my condition it enlarged pleased with some kind of attention. I must admit I was surprised that he had more strength than I. My. Diana cupped her breasts, pulling at them gently, the way she did when she was alone. She looked right at Jason, something she would never dare do in public. He was an older guy, and you just didn't look at them directly. She wanted to remember this moment, though. Later, in her room, Diana would caress her breasts just like this and think of this hunk of a guy watching her.His erection was plain as day, making a tent in his over-sized shorts.Oh, yes, her tits were tingling contentedly now. It. She unbuckled me, lowered my underwear, took my cock, and stroked it. She gave me a thankful look and touched the tip of my cock with her tongue. As she took it in her mouth, I felt a shiver in my body. She took it inside her mouth and managed to deep throat it. She stroked it multiple times with her mouth until I came inside her and she drank all of it.Next, she lied down on the bed and I removed her maroon shorts. I soon realized that her pantie was drenched with her juice. The girl might. I also told her to both of our surprise that I forgave her and hoped she could forgive me for my actions today. She said that not only would she forgive my actions but would embrace them. I was very confused by that statement and asked her to clarify.“Today you were angry,” she said, “but when you were with me, your touch was not an angry touch, but rather one of love. It was gentle and fun and made me realize how much more I can enjoy sex with you if I don't take it so seriously. What I have.