Moving to the top, I locked my lips over the head, swirling my tongue around the rim before letting my lips ride down to the base of his stiff manhood...After riding my lips over the length a few times, I moved up a little so I could squeeze his cock in the slippery valley between my breasts, sliding them up and down over his hard shaft, to his obvious enjoyment. When his heavy breathing told me Vesuvius was about to erupt, I let my breasts fall away and slipped my lips over his cock, sliding up. As we headed north on Hwy 405, I was thinking of how to pull off my “Gotcha”. The more I thought about it, the less feasible it seemed. Since I couldn’t figure out how to do it successfully, I decided to drop it for now. Perhaps something would occur to me later.Alicia, my navigator, said, “We’ll be at the 522 in about a mile. Head west and stay on it when it becomes Woodinville Drive. Woodinville turns into North East Bothell Way.”It was sort of interesting. Since our trip to Olympia, we had. "You seemed experienced in the anal department," Blake commented in a sarcastic tone."I have toys and have practised. I have the same problem as generic girls when it comes to meeting someone for sex. I have to be attracted to them because I can't just give it up to anyone," she said in a logical tone.As she spoke Blake's confidence returned and he slowly rose from his seat and placed his hands on the firm globes now before him. Standing this close he saw no trace of a male in her. The. I as in a perfect place, a place of fulfillment, of feeling whole ... and then it was gone."Oh shit ... that was soooooooooo good baby ... oh don't stop ... I want more ... don't stop ... please." Roll over, honey." He said. So I did. I love being fucked from behind; it's my favorite position, so I complied in a heartbeat. "On you knees, baby."He was inside again; no teasing, just instant pounding, instant penetration, and instant delight. I felt his cock touch my cervix. Few men have ever.