She enjoyed it a lot, but didn't have the desire or need for it as often as I did. During 'the troubles', we would have sex off and on, usually very s...tisfying for both of us. But I always wanted more, and when it was more off than on, well, that's when things were at their worst.Once we started talking, a lot of it was about that. What I wanted, what she wanted, and what we could do for each other to avoid feeling bad, or pressured, or used.It was then that I realized that while she didn't. I repeat on the other side. When I get to the tip this time, I kiss him right on the very end and quickly, unexpectedly I take him full into my hungry mouth, sucking hard. I can feel him react in surprise and I can hear the sound of my mouth, wet on his cock, sucking hard. He moans loudly in appreciation, but soon takes my head between his hands and caresses my cheeks to stop me. I sit up and he joins me, we are both on our knees. He kisses me, his hands on my arse, mine on his. He runs his. She quickly unzipped and unfastened his trousers, and pulled them about his knees, immediately followed by his Y-fronts. She quickly stroked his penis into full erection, then climbed astride his chair, sliding the bottoms of her thighs along the smooth, wooden armrests, until her sex was positioned up against his almost vertical erection. She raised up her hips and positioning the dark, circumcised head at the entrance to her pussy, then sank down on it, with a loud, contented sigh, as it. I figured he was finished and started to get up. I could feel the slickness of his precum in the crack of my ass and hole. My hands were barely off the ground before he was on me again. Forcing me back down his front legs grasping tightly around my waist, I felt just the hairy sheath slide down the crevasse between my cheeks and then the soft fleshy tip of his cock at my now slippery hole. First just squirting tip, not inside but for just a second I could feel it squirting. Then a quick jerk.