Her arm draped over my chest as she cuddled sweetly against my bare flesh. I quivered at her touch and kissed her forehead gently. “Jerry,” she co...ed, “I can’t believe how much I crave your body, Brian and I have sex a few times a week, but it’s not the same. I don’t think it’s because you’re so much bigger than he is; you just do things to me that make me so hot and cum so damned hard,” she shuddered against me, “so damned hard.” I turned on my side to face her, our faces close, my lips. Together they continued their long climb to the top of the hill where the monster had his lair. Her Serene Highness the Princess Sara looked sideways at the fair youth's manly form. Gosh! What an absolutely gorgeous and dishy guy he was, she thought! What fantastically handsome genitalia he had, hanging way down between his thighs and swinging about as he walked! And what muscularity and grace he had been endowed with! She could almost have wished that she herself could be the bride of this. Every time he tried to change gear or brake, his silk encased butt and glossy pantyhose tended to slither tighter into his skirt. This caused the skirt's waistband to tug at his satiny top and this in turn to slip and slide erotically over his bra cups. By the time he had 'man-handled' the 4X4 back to his office his nipples were singing an oratorio of pure lust. Gasping with pleasure, he almost fell out of the cab and only managed to grab a few of his purchases. With the lined pencil skirt. One hand on her head, and the other on my cock. I held her head still with just the tip in her mouth, and stroked on myself for a few minutes. She took over reaching for the oil, as I layed back while her hand pounded me. I felt as if I was on the edge, but couldn’t cum. She kissed on me again, and asked if I wanted her to finish me by hand, or in her mouth. I was speechless. I told her she had to decide. Neither was her answer. She wanted it splattered all over her chest. She flipped over,.