Fuck it was a roller-coaster of desire. Then Bethany realised she was both the track, the train and the circuit, but there was no brake; it was imposs...ble to stop now, stop it ,no way, she dreamed of orgasm building like this; and she knew it was intense ,it came like fingers repeatedly trilling across a piano keyboard, vibrating through itself, each pleasure wave catching up to the one in front, the wave behind joining the wave in front, all compounding and squashing sense of self into. Yet, frequently she pressed my head to her boobs encouraging me to suck and squeeze more hard.After several minutes, I exchange her boobs for my sucking and squeezing. This went on for another ten minutes. Though she moaned, but those were soft. I decided to find out when she moaned loudly as I progressed step by step. Completing my treat with her boobs, I stood up. I hid my face on her neck and began to rub all over as she ran her fingers on my head. I switched over to licking her neck now.. " I was now feeling very confused."I expected you to have used some common-sense. Someone called Joannadoes not wear male underwear, does she? Why do you think I gave you afemale name, you imbecile?"None of this made any sense, but I knew that arguing was pointless."Sorry, Miss, I will buy some tomorrow," I replied, thinking thatordering some lingerie over the internet sounded quite exciting."No!" she exclaimed, "You will go and buy some now." But it's nearly 7 o'clock!" I responded, my. Sherrie begins to bend at the elbows,arching her back and rounding it alternately as her right leg swung limply back and forth. Muffled grunts begin,sounding almost imperceptible from the sighing of the mattress beneath her movements.My eyes glued to her every inch,trying to project a face somewhere between 'bored' and 'lost in thought',Sherrie twists at her waist, still hanging by her fingertips to the overhead bed slats.Her legs shift. She begins bending and straightening them. I know what.