I placed it carefully on the bedside cabinet, and shuffled into bed. Claire lifted her head, hair all tousled, eyes half open. I bent and kissed her,...breathing in her sleepy scent. “No spread? Hmm. I’ll just have to improvise.” She leaned across, picking up a plate. Moving the duvet down, she exposed my stomach, placing the cold china on my skin. My stomach fluttered, dangerously close to upsetting the contents onto the sheets. I looked at her quizzically. Without a word she moved down the. "Brent: "Me Too."And It Was True. Brent Had 6 1/2 Inches Of Hard Cock In His Boxers. Lola Placed A Hand On The Noticible Bump In Brents Pants And She Gently Squeezed It.Lola: Brent You're The Longest Relationship I've Ever Been In. Will You Be My First?Brent: "Only If You'll Be Mine."Brent Laid A Hand On Lola's Ass.Lola: "Let's Go To Your Bedroom."Brent And Lola Began Walking Up The Cemented Footpath To Brent's House.Ethan: "Where Are Ya'll Goin?"Lola: "Heaven."Brent: "To My. Half and inch at a time. Then pull back.I dug my heels into the bed and slightly lifted my hip to meet the surprise thrust I anticipated.But. The bastard. He went on playing with putting his bulbous tip inside and pulling out till the rim of his cock.I removed my hands and tried to wrap them around his waist t try and get a full insertion and hissed, "Put it in . . . . . . Hnnnnnnn."One by one he caught each of my wrists and placed them at my side above my head and held the wrists, while he. He was standing perfectly still, in no hurry to end this eclipse. She pulled herself up, supporting her light frame on her elbows, and as her eyes adjusted to the light, she followed his eyes down. She was naked. Her breasts, round and smooth, rose and fell quickly with her shortening breath, her nipples were sharply erect, jutting up off her puckered, honey-gold areolae like swollen bullets of flesh. Down her body their eyes roamed, past her flat stomach to the sparse triangle of light brown.