He rubbed my clit and played with my nipples while he pounded away at me before I came for the first time.“Then I got an idea and rolled him over an... climbed on top and started riding him. You could tell he liked that, so I really did it up, bucking my hips up and down, getting him at that angle where the outer ridge of my pussy rubs against him to make it feel even tighter. And I started squeezing in rhythm. I think that was the last straw, because I saw his eyes roll up in his head, and felt. The feeling was absolute ecstasy as his huge cock twitched and throbbed in my hand, his hips bucking as he unloaded a massive spurt of creamy come, spraying my stomach then covering our cocks in his lovely jizz, the sight and feel of him coming in my hand had me shooting only a couple of strokes later, adding to the sticky mess now dripping onto the carpet. We stood close, rubbing our cocks and slippery bellies together as our breathing slowed, his hands on my ass keeping me there until our. Howard Phelps, forty five years old, was blonde, talland handsome. He was a successful banker and wore a business suit andtie. Inger Phelps was a forty two year old blonde bomb shell, E cupbrassiere, twenty four inch waist, rounded hips and a very pretty face.She was a young and sexy looking woman. She wore a dark blue buttonfront dress, blue high heels and purse. Rebecca was graduating from highschool this year. She wore her blonde hair bobbed short, a sweater andblue jeans. Carol had said. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I grab my cock. With my eyes never leaving her face, I stroke myself with hard, slow strokes. I am hurting and again can’t explain my actions. My emotions are very raw. She stares at me with an unreadable look on her face. Then, she soaps her hands, and moves them to her milky white breasts, never breaking eye contact with me. She massages her mounds, and pulls at both nipples, with quick, deliberate tugs.I rise from the bed, cock in hand, and move to the.