You cradle his head, let him let go inside you, hold him safe til the ecstasy passes. Now you lie as one, drowsing, watching the afternoon pass in the...movement of a sunbeam up the wall."You're the best," he said."Oh am I," I said, "I'm very flattered." You're also the worst and the prettiest and the ugliest and the tallest and the shortest." Am I also first and last and only?" Yes." Oh, dear." And I hugged him closer.Your first, I thought. I'm going to have to take extra special care of you. I. 'James's hands trembled as he filmed the action. This was the moment he had been waiting for - now was the moment of truth. Oliver moved forwards and placed his erect cock into the space between her hands. Oliver touched her gently on the head. She closed her hands together and jerked upright at the first contact with his erect cock. Recovering somewhat, she closed her hands around its girth and explored the warm stiffness. Cupping her hands around his balls with one hand, she slipped the other. "Hot!" I told her. "You look damn fucking hot!"She had smiled at the hot part, which is probably where I should have left it. But she quickly tossed me a disapproving look at hearing the "F" word as she called it, and immediately disappeared back inside the dressing room, which is actually what I needed and wanted her to do as I quickly put my prick back inside my jeans zipping up, then casually repositioned the now very soiled, very sticky garment I'd been fondling back in amongst the others,. Widow or divorced. A woman reasonably well known in society. With children who are over the age of 18. Do you know anyone in this room who fits that description?”“Me,” I replied.“Yes, you Grace,” said Joy, triumphantly. “It was divine guidance from our beloved Freya Goddess of Sexual Liberty.”“Freya is a Norse Goddess,” I blurted out. “Also of fertility, abundance and war.”I was pleased I had stunned them.“Well, well,” said Maureen. “There’s more to you than pushing a paint brush. I can hardly.