Grinding her hips back and forth on his tongue, Chrissie began to moan with pleasure. Trevor could feel her warm thighs on his cheeks. The sensation o... the nylon on his skin was unbearable pleasure. The brunette, having coaxed Trevor’s cock into life squatted over his thighs and, opening her wet pussy, descended on his dick, taking it all in one go and screaming in pleasure. Trevor’s view was obscured by the sight of Chrissie’s thighs and trimmed pussy hair squirming on his face but he could. "Thank you," he said. "Thank YOU," I replied.Matt was due home the next day and it was another month before Ryan and I could have drinks at my house.=================Ryan===We planned our second rendezvous a week in advance and I was like a kid waiting for Christmas til the evening arrived. Heather went all out with a snack tray filled with cheeses, crackers, veggies and dips. I brought an expensive bottle of California blended white.We sipped the wine, snacked, kissed and cuddled and told each. Also, there is a dark wet patch on her chair, just where her pussy was moments before.After telling Anna to close her eyes I collect all the tacks, including the ones that are stuck to her. Then I walk her over to her bed and partly guide, partly manhandle her into a kneeling position on her bed, facing towards the headboard. I help her slowly lower her body down to the mattress, while holding on to her shoulders so she doesn't suddenly fall forward. Oh, you want to know what I did with the. You even used to critique wrapping paper. I used to love your stories.’ He laughed. ‘Did I? I didn’t know. What an insufferable son of a bitch I was, huh?’ ‘So you don’t do that anymore?’ ‘I guess not. Who would I tell? You were the only one who would ever put up with me.’ She stood up a little straighter. She saw herself smile in the dark window. ‘I used to love your stories. You taught me so much.’ He started to say something then stopped. ‘It would have been better if I’d talked less and.