Forcing you to back up to keep from gagging. My hand on the top of your head I lean you back against the wall. Pinned there I give you a few stokes. L...ng, and slow. The last one reaching a little down your throat. Don’t worry baby, I’m not going to abuse you. Letting you to you feet I peel off my shirt, and help you slip out of yours. Your jeans, freely thrown to the side. Both of us completely naked in nothing but the dim light from an outside source. I produce a pair of silk lined cuffs that. . but she was more than I could handle that night. I grabbed her waist with both hands, pushed against her and grunted."Oh, Phil," she gasped."You felt it, too?" Of course I did. It felt so much better without the condom. I hate to admit it, but it's true."Afterwards we cuddled, with I on my back and she beside me, pressing her mons into my hip as aftershock after aftershock gripped her."Mmm," she said as I held her. "You enjoy sex like you enjoyed tonight's dinner ... leisurely. I really like. “Excuse my rudeness. I am Helen Pariskovopolis. You have already met my husband, Marcos.”“You know how to get there? Can you help me? Please?”“Of course, Mrs. Allen,” Marcos said. “Welcome to our home and our hotel. We will drive to Metéora tomorrow. I planned to go up later in the week to retrieve the campers anyway. Your husband will be quite surprised to see you waiting.”“Pleasantly, I hope. I’m so worried about him.” Rebecca’s face fell and she looked at the husband and wife before her.. It had been a while for me. I wasn’t like those other chorus girls and nightclub gals who checked off men by the dozens.Get out of there before you ravish him, Lena, I said to myself.“Oh, no, no, no, sir,” I said finally, trying to pull away.He groaned in protest.“Let me go before the snowstorm comes and, aw, shoot!” I said, looking at the window.The flakes from earlier had become hard falling snow.“Ha!” he said. “You can’t go now.”“Oh, yes, I can,” I said. “Just give me your coat.”“Oh, no,” he.