She had stopped laughing and was trying to hide her boobs and pussy with her hands. Looking her nude, my cock began throbbing. I held her hand and the... her waist. She was protesting only with mild words but not with her gestures. As I pulled her towards me, my cock poked her left buttock; she took my cock in her hand and pushed it away from her buttocks but did not leave it. She kept holding my cock and kept uttering that i should leave her and she will fix my dinner. I even moved little away. Her eyes closed as her right hand moved down to her pussy and she began to rub her clit, sighing and moaning with every movement. I was in love with her pussy, watching her finger rub it in circles, her juices leaking out as she went hard at it.Suddenly she stopped and dropped onto my face, positioning her pussy over my mouth. A whimper bled from my mouth as I stared at her tasty clit. That little button rose up demandingly from beneath its hooded cover, exposed and vulnerable, just begging me. ."Stacey eagerly jumped down in front of Randy, splaying her legs out to open her wet labia, rocking her hips back and forth in pretend thrusting and looking as eager as she felt. Randy smelled her sweet desire for him. Randy glanced down and noticed Lin still had a very firm circular finger lock on the base of his penis. It was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable, his erection just slightly painfully hard, but he trusted Lin so completely he wasn't going to complain. "What's next, Lin?" he. " Anchovy pizza's even better the next day," she said. "The flavors meld." Listen to you," I laughed. "A connoisseur of leftover pizza. We have thirty or forty minutes." Drag out your banjo," she said. "Let's see what you can do." Don't laugh. I do this on the side, you know, between sailing and the rest of life. Including running around with a red-headed cutie pie." I opened up the sheet music folder and just like the old song says, I put the banjo on my knee. She waited expectantly as I.