I rub your clit faster and harder.I take your hand from my cock and you get your tits into position as i slide my burned sausage between your cleavage...e get up and move into the lounge i sit down on your sofa and take off my clothes, you pour 2 glasses of brandy and giggle as you hear my cock slap against my stomach as i take off my pants (I'm so hard for you). We take a swig and you climb onto the sofa and slowly lower yourself onto my cock which slips nicely into your hot wet pussy opening. Help that I couldn’t give. ‘I don’t think you’re nuts. I know you aren’t crazy, but honey, this isn’t something that my help alone can fix. Does that at least make sense?’ She nodded and returned her face to my chest, again bunching up fistfuls of my t-shirt in her hands. ‘I’ve been called crazy my whole life by those…people.’ She spat. ‘It was their cover for using me. Every time I would try and go for help, they would wave my ‘condition’ in everyone’s face.’ She took a deep, ragged breath. ‘I. Our eyes never leave sight of each other...it's as if we're in an extremely romantic stare with each other. Almost like speaking to each other without saying a word.Our hands caress each others' bodies as we lather one another up. You feel my soft fingers separate your soft pussy lips as I clean between your legs...then you feel my fingers sliding to your ass as I clean you up there as well. As my hands lather up your body, I can feel your soft hands lathering up my chest, neck and back. Then I. "I'm not married yet," she said to him, hoping he would get what she was driving at.He apparently did. "I go for long walks at night. It sure does get lonely walking alone. Maybe you'll join me some night." How about tonight?" she said."Nine o'clock?" he said."Where should I meet you?" she asked."Right here," he smiled. "Just for old times' sake."Vicky laughed out loud and so did Tom. Then Vicky ran back to their small room--hers and Phil's and Jack's. Jack was awake now, but Phil was still.