Filling. Wanting. Mounting. Whispers of how good you are, how wonderful your gift, how perfectly you open your body. Soon you are filled and my body p...esses against your pussy. Still, I don't withdraw at all, only push and release. Every thrust now is precious friction. Yet your mounting is hardly over, for there are still other ways I will open you... Fully inside your hips, I instructed you to release your pussy and push your breasts together. Obediently you slide your hands up and made a. I decided to do some fishing before setting up camp, and just grabbed my pole and fishing gear, leaving everything else in the truck. The fish were biting and within a short time I had a couple of good size trout. I decided to go for one more, and after bating my hook, I turned my back to the lake, holding the pole out so that the hook didn’t catch on anything, and swung it in a high arc to get it out as far as possible. To my horror I saw that a young woman in a. I collapsed on my back on the floor spent and restful. My darling baby girl joined me, resting her head on my chest while stradleing my right leg with hers. She told me that was the most incredible thing that had ever happened to her, and that I could fuck her any time and any where I wanted to. As tired as I was, I perked up when I heard that. That any where phrase made my spent cock jump in anticipation amid lewd thoughts. We fell asleep where we lay. During the night we fucked again, barely. The room was dim, but he could see her ivory skin, her tight tummy and the hot pink panties that read “love pink” on the back. She sat back on the couch and he followed her. His fingers crept up her legs to her chest where they stopped. Her bra was nothing more than a burden, he needed her tender flesh in his mouth. The bra flew across the room in a blur and seconds later he delved into her perky buds. His tongue lunged at them with determination. Extended foreplay was what they both craved,.