That feeling of being desired, being wanted and lusted over exited her, and she slowly moved her body down and up, grinding over Johns hard bulge thro...gh his pants, pressing hard against it, feeling as it slides between her buttcheeks.John squeezed his palms on her breasts, losing control from that tease. He felt as if his cock was exploding from pressure, as the blood was pumping through it, making big veinst pop through the sking of his shaft.He pushed Jennifer a little forward, making her. Maybe that is the path I will choose. The third option. I open a message window on the site where I have met my friend, and I begin to write to her. I choose my words carefully. Not to write a story for her enjoyment. Not this time. But to bring her into my world for a moment. To have her join in my thoughts and in the process. I write to her, and I feel myself getting hard again, as I write these words to her: “We’ve never met. At least not in person. You are just a screen name to me and an. ?Go on, Tania, feel all around my tight hole with your tongue. That'sit ? oh yes, that's so good.? Cari started to move her hips as her arousalincreased. All the time she guided Tania's head to give her the level ofpenetration she wanted. Suddenly Tania froze. Her tongue stopped moving in the same instantas she felt the heat of Dawson 's cockas it pushed against the crack between her buttocks. He was pushing her intothe armrest of the sofa and pinioned as she was with him behind her and herhead. Steve brought the bottle of wine into the bathroom and opened it there. When Sara had finished wiping herself, he handed her a glass. Sara rose, flushed, and took a sip of wine. She moved close to Steve, pressing her body against him, grabbing his penis with her free hand, and said "I want this back inside me as soon as possible, you know. Kiss me.'The kiss was brief, and when they reached the bed again, Steve slipped his limp member into her still-wet vagina. They arranged pillows and settled.