Her pace was quickening and I could feel she was close to her orgasm.“I’m not quite there,” I said.“Don’t worry, I can cum over and over,”...she panted.My feet were planted firmly on her bed and my knees were raised and she rolled back against them like she was in a sexual armchair. I could see my cook deep in her cunt and her fingers came across and began a quick massage of her clit and within seconds, a huge spurt of juice shot out across my belly, chest and face. Another. And another. I’d. What you have to do is stop over-thinking the play. Trust your instincts out there. If your mind tells you to go back, go back. If it tells you to go forward, go forward. But you do not have enough time to evaluate and ponder each little bit of information. Inaction is worse than any action you might take. It was far better that you misjudged a ball hit in front of you than one hit behind you. Regardless, that play isn't coming back so stop thinking about it and start thinking about the next. He had three fingers deep in her cunt fucking her as they drove down the road. Only two cars passed them but the feeling was quite erotic. He then told her to pull his cock out and suck him as he drove along. As she sucked his cock he had her stick her ass into the air and he then began to finger fuck her as she deepthroated his long shaft. He loved looking at her naked body. Fucking her was a sheer pleasure.One night he took her to an elite strip club. The women there were busty and beautiful.. "Okay," I replied."You will?" She sounded surprised."Yes. I'll take you. What time is the funeral?" Eleven in the morning." Have you told your mum?" I don't have a contact number for her. I doubt she'd come anyway." Alright. Do you want me to pick you up or go from here?" I'll come over there if that's okay." I'll see you first thing Wednesday then."We said goodbye and I hung up.Jenny looked at me apprehensively and I simply shrugged.Vanessa's car pulled onto the drive while I was still getting.