If it was a race, I won. I remember cumming very quickly, I groaned and shot my load on my chest, his moans, his eyes, his expression and his movement... showing me he enjoyed my release.After I cum I stared at his cock hard, my intense attention on him seemed to bring him great pleasure and he began telling me that he was going to cum soon, it was also the first time I ever heard anyone talking about their sexual activities and he said many things that he enjoyed and things he wanted and things. “That’s it hold the far end of the table and don’t let go.” Amy had such a pert little bottom it seemed a pity to mark it. The grey tights were stretched over the white cotton bikini panties. The right cheek was left more vulnerable as the panties had ridden up into divide between the two cheeks. “I shall give you four strokes. Be brave!” Amy felt a little more at ease. In the stories she had read on line six of the best seemed to be the minimum and often dozens of strokes were delivered.. Obviously his tormenting had achieved the desired result. He began to lightly swirl his tongue around her huge distended nipple, gradually increasing his pace and pressure. Mae's breathing increased along with his pace. He switched nipples and gave the left the same treatment. He switched back and forth until he had her nearly panting in excitement. Finally he locked his mouth over her right nipple and sucked it into her mouth. Mae's back arched and she gasped, clenching his head firmly to her. Melony politely made her exit, leaving me alone with Luke as my only company and it was also closing time at "SYDERS"."Last call for Alcohol!" the bar lady announced to every one left inside drinking,. There where only a few people sitting around the bar still besides me and Luke."Want another drink?" Luke asked."Might as well." I managed to reply, despite how intoxicated I was."Another Bloody Mary or something else?" Luke asked."Surprise me." I said with girlish giggle."Sure thing." Luke said.