She sat like a carved marble statue and let Carrie pleasure her while she looked into my eyes.She could move, though. She'd laid her hands on Carrie's...head. Did she believe if she exhibited passion in any form that the moment would be lost? If so, what did the moment hold for her? For that matter, what did it hold for me? I couldn't answer that question then, nor have I answered it since."I'm coming," she said sometime later with no more expression to her words than before. I didn't know how. ..HARDER!" i yelled. he took my requestes and started to pump harder and faster. "your so tight baby," he moaned. " fuck me harder daaddy!!!" i yelled again.he finally got tired and scooped me up in his arms as he lay down, his nine incher still in me deep. i got up top and started to pump my self as hard and deep as i could. he moaned and i felt jets of his cum in my mouth. i took myself off and ate the last drops of his cum, i was sweet and warm, i atamatically wanted more of it when it. “Well why has it got big now?” she asked. “Well it was because you were making me … errrr excited, moving around and flashing your bits”. It was no good me lying and I couldn’t really think of anything else to say. “So you got that because you think I was sexy dancing around?” she asked me. “Well not so much the dancing as what you were exposing” I told her. She looked herself up and down and smiled. “Do you think I look sexy in this?”. “You would probably look a lot sexier out of it” I. Fuck, she really needed that money and she was giving me the first class treatment. Slobbing and spitting while she attempted to jerk me off with both chubby digits.... Twenty five minutes later [I was checking my watch.] .. I still hadn't come Marsha was starting to get tired, but she was still on the case ....... fifteen minutes more and it was starting to become aparent that I wasn't gonna cum. Marsha was taking break inbetween weakly licking the head of my penis.Look .. this aint working ...