She wasn’t sure if she could tell if anything was happening. She certainly saw it coming out, but the idea of feeling some kind of surge or vibratin... flow never materialized. She commented a little disappointed, “I didn’t feel anything.”Cal’s response was predictably different, “Well I sure did.”She asked, “What did you feel?”He smiled broadly, “I felt your hot hand holding my wangster.”She let the thing go; she started pushing him aside, but he wouldn’t move, “Come on Cal, it’s my turn.”He. While he considered his girl quite the most beautiful person he had ever seen this newcomer had an aesthetic which surpassed mere beauty; classical goddesses from antiquity must have appeared to mortal men as She did to him now. Her hair was the most wondrous Titian and the smoke like silk of the robe She wore caressed more than covered a form which any artist who ever saw Her would beg to have as a muse. With Her so close to him, so immediate She was too elegant, too deific to be thought just. I was just there and enjoying the scene as her boobs rolled over my cock again and again. I can tell you one thing from this experience – howsoever you might have imagined fucking her breasts, if you know you can fuck her mouth, you will.I was fucking the Caucasian beauty’s breasts, they were soft, they were full, they were pure delight but I was staring at her face. I tried squeezing her boobs, tried holding them and fucking them myself but to no avail. Her lips with her dark brownish-red. By the time I returned to the house after dropping off my wife, it was dusk and the temperature had dropped even further. As I got out the car, I could see that Jessica was sitting huddled on her doorstep. I thought about going over to talk to her, but decided against it. I assumed her parents would be back soon and went into my house.After sitting down in front of the TV for ten minutes, I decided to see if Jessica had managed to get into her house yet. It was dark when I went outside and I.