Do you really want to come for me?” He asks me, slipping a finger down between my folds. “Mmm, look at how perfectly wet you are for me. You sure ...ou've not come yet?” He begins to slowly finger fuck me, the build growing already. “I swear I've not. You've stopped each time I've come close. Please, please let me come for you now, my Captain, I need it.” His finger never stops thrusting, even as he moves back down between my legs. My knees dropping apart easily again for him. This time he takes. I had to stare at her body first. She had freckles across her very fine tits and milky white skin. She was fabulous. We were slow to start but I had decided to wait until she was on her way to her second orgasm before I got serious about my cock. Her first orgasm came quickly. I kissed her as she recovered then as she began her search for another cum I gently kissed a tit. She moaned and had a second cum but continued masturbating. I picked up my pace. I was spraying both of us with cum as she. Betsy thrashed all over the bed and then her orgasm subsided and she was still. I stood up and removed my clothes and I followed her eyes to my cock. She was a willing and experienced cock sucker and she loved to please me. She was on her belly lying across the bed as she sucked on my cock and I began to play with the cute ass. I fondled her cheeks and dipped my finger into the crack. ‘You seem looser. I see that the training panty worked.’ ‘I am willing to try your cock if it will make you. She didn’t even feel the need to switch positions, get on top or really do anything other than getting lost in half finished thoughts and waves of emotions she couldn’t quite explain. One second she felt an inexplicable thirst for a strong, bitter beer, the next all her mind processed was the sound of laughter and the mental image of a night by the campfire.But there was something else, something that waited for its change to surface. She came closer and closer to it, felt she just had to touch.