Once I had the soft, slow rhythm down on my own, he reached between my legs. His exploratory gestures were delicate and appreciative like the way some...ne would stare at a piece of art to study and admire it. There was no rush to turn up the volume and play each other fast, hard and loud or to see how we could take each other to some new extreme edge. If ‘nice’ had a specific and narrowly-defined definition, this would be it. Robert ran a hand over the softness of my hair, looked into my eyes,. "Oh, you know!" She again looked at me with a little sexy smile. I could feel myself beginning to blush and looked away. "Err…Sorry about that." "Don't worry about it. As seen as though you're here to protect me, I guess you're entitled to some perks of the job!" she giggled and winked at me. Now to me this was beginning to become a little too surreal. Things like that just don't happen to me. But sure enough, there I was sat in a hotel room with Britney Spears - alone! And, it may just have. He pulled the sheet down and smiled as he looked at the pretty, red butt that was sandwiched between an ebony one, and a white one. He crawled into bed, slid his hand down Erika's back, and lightly rubbed her butt. Erika smiled in her sleep at his gentle contact. Amanda cracked her eyes open and witnessed this.She murmured sleepily, "Don't you dare touch the red butt Ryan. I'm still a little mad at you for teasing me." She grinned and went back to sleep.Ryan pulled the sheet back over them and. Mario began kissing my wife (then girlfriend) again and she responded by tugging on him begging for him to get on top of her. Mario slowly got on top of her and I thought he was ready to cum again on her pussy. But instead of cumming he began to slowly slide his hard thick cock into her wet pussy. I could see his cock white from all the cum covering it as it disappeared into her waiting pussy. I was mesmerized by the sight. She whimpered and began to pull away from him saying his cock was too.