.. I crawl to you on my knees and open your legs, you are still hard and excited, I slowly start to lick and suck your hardness, I can taste myself, ...olding your p***s in my hands I take you in my mouth and gently let my tongue play with you while slowly moving my hand up and down, I can feel you grow harder, you let your fingers slide through my hair gently as I bob up and down, you put your head back enjoying the pleasure, relaxed, after a few mins I pull away, come up through your legs and. It all started a few months ago Jane was stopping at our house my wife went upto bed but Jane and me carried on talking and drinking.I was telling her a joke and on the punch line she laughed and said "oh my god you've made me wee myself a little " now Jane was wearing a purple blouse quite tight round her perfect slightly saggy tits a black skirt and tan tights. she looked hot and her gorgeous feet in the tights with painted green toenails were really turning me on and the thought of her. The intensity of our fucking is making you also start to move more on the couch. The sounds of our bodies slapping together just adds to the animalism. “I… am…. going… to… cum…. again… fuck…. fuck… fuuucckk!!” you raggedly say as I continue to pound into you. “AAAHHHHH!!” you squeak as I can feel your pussy muscles pulse around my cock as you have yet another orgasm. This doesn’t slow me down, however, as I keep pounding into you until your orgasm subsides. Once that happens, I pull out of you,. Waves breaking on large rocks, cliff faces, topped with trees. Not at all inviting. However, they did not want an inviting home. A good place to raise families that nobody would want to invade. That's what he wanted."Drink, Your Grace?"He turned, lowering the spyglass. The men had stopped rowing, taking a much needed break. The nearest held out a silver cup. James took it, smiling."Thank you." You are welcome, Your Grace."He took a swig. Beer. Good beer. He was definitely ruler of a cultured.