But not now. Not with Ben in the picture.As Ally's hands skimmed over her breasts and down her soapy belly, she wondered what Ben felt like. Would his...skin be smooth and warm, or cool and roughened from exposure to the sun? And did he have chest hair? She grinned at the question, but it really did matter to her, at least on a purely superficial level. God, there was nothing more sexy than a guy wearing a shirt partly unbuttoned around the neck with dark swirls of chest hair peeking. At this point I was in such a super hyper sexual trance of sorts, I think it ws drivning her crazy. She decided it was time to finish me off - finish of my 14 day marathon using her body of the finish line. So, we went upstairs.I slipped my big cock into her (at this point my cock felt MASSIVE!) every thurst in and our ws like being in heaven. She was loving it. I was drooling at the point I could feel myself about to blow. It actually seemed to take forever to reach the point of no return -. As it drew up beside them, they stepped back off the road to allow the wagon free room to pass. The elderly man driving the wagon halted his draft animal, which looked somewhat like a cross between a mule and a zebra. The man said, "Good day, Sir and Lady. May I offer you two a ride in my humble wagon?" Thank you, sir. My lady and I would be grateful for a ride." Actually, they didn't need the ride, but Jack wanted an opportunity to gain some information about the country from a local resident.. You know my body so well and slide a finger inside me, feeling how much my pussy needs your cock buried deep, how it clenches against your finger, pretending it’s your cock and attempting to milk you dry with my tightness.You tell me to hold my pussy lips open so you can watch my hard little clit dance while you try to add another finger into my tight sensitive puss.I moan and squirm around your long fingers begging for more, but you torture me staying perfectly still, except for scissoring.