"Rub my feet." she commanded and Ronald sat down next to her and began giving her a foot massage. He reflected on his life as he did so and wondered i... things were going to change for him.It rained frequently in Pensacola and that night was no different. The storm did get pretty fierce though. Ronald was awakened by a huge boom of thunder. He sat straight up and watched the rain batter the windows. He listened to see if the k**s woke up too but they didn't. He looked over at Janice but she was. “Oh, God!” “I’m going to cum!” “Uuuunnnnngggghhhhhh! “Aaaaaahhhhhhh! Her body jerked three or four times; her mouth was wide open; and she yelled towards the ceiling. “Fuck!” “Fuck” “Fuck, yes!” “Don’t stop!” was her order to me, even though it was she who was controlling every move. “I’m going to cum again!” she shouted. “I’m going to cum again.” “Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!” Her body jerked violently, her eyes rolled back in her head, her body tensed and there was that pained look of pleasure on. It was not bad. I had never tasted my own cum, but I guess it could not be bad. Not at all. It was good, actually. I could do it again, someday. I wanted to. Mike relaxed. I took my fingers out of his ass. I took my mouth off his cock. He French kissed me. I liked it. I liked the whole experience. Well, I loved the whole day. But I still wanted more. I wanted to fuck him again. "Turn around," I said. "Okay." He was on his hands and knees. I stood just behind him. He told me: "Yeah, Bobby, I'm. Then she began rubbing gently her clit and she half opened her mouth showing her tongue between the lips. I was already turning myself on and my hand was getting closer to my sex, as I heard a woman voice shouting something, the girl looked surprised, she said out loud, Francesca, and then she tried covering herself up with the pareo, but she couldn't do it. The other got closer, while she was blushing and keeping the hands close to her breast. Francesca sat close by. She was a lean blond.