Slowly, he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard hearing her cries grow louder through her gag, kissing down her stomach he stopped, his lips...hovering above her pussy and she felt his warm breath on her skin. Her pussy lips shone with her sweet juices and he swiped his tongue up her slit tasting her arousal and groaning, she was delicious, dragging her tongue back across her pussy he pushed one finger into her tight heat feeling the silken walls of her pussy convulse around his finger. Taking no time to savor the pre-emptive tingle, she kept masturbating until her pussy spasmed, hard. Paul's hot load was still in full flow. "Oh fuck, yeah. Oh fuck, yeah," she softly panted, as the ecstasy washed through her like a drug in her bloodstream. It was a perfect instant, with no disease or killer dog, no grief or guilt from selfish indulgence. No sense of time - no future full of awful likelihoods or consequences of bad choices. Just the blissful insanity of hot sex. Her body was. And why am I carrying all of this. It's your cottage." "Exactly," you reply "It's my cottage, so if you want to party here, you have to carry." Steve looks at you and laughs, "Ya, well all the booze and shit is in MY car; so unless you want to invite everyone into a dry cottage, you'll be doing a little bit of carrying yourself." You see the wisdom in Steve's comments and make your way outside to the 'car'. It's actually a shitty 87' Chevy Caprice wagon that tends not to kick into drive, but. One thing led to another, Kip’s Turbo speedos were removed (the material in Turbo speedos is really high quality but not very elastic), Jason’s cock was out the leg of his speedo and he began fucking Kip.Watching this was pretty hot. I wanted some and I had an idea… a position that I have seen but never tried.Kip was on his knees and I managed to get under him and put a condom on. I pulled the bum of my red speedos down, squired some lube between my cheeks and backed up under Kip. I think they.