She taught me things I didn't know about building passion just by kisses. I would touch her breast after a few kisses, but she would very gently take ...y hand away. |"Not yet.." in a whisper.Since I knew and she knew that we were going to get all our clothes off pretty soon and be lovers, this didn't feel like a rejection to me. I just put a little more into my kisses.She liked to undress me, and tell me how pretty my body was. It was the sixties, and I was s*******n, so, of course, I thought my. I then related the blowjob we gave to Richard, the fucking and how Melissa squirted all over me. Finally I related the events while leaving the hotel. “And then what happened,” said John, “tell me what happened next.” I found myself breathing heavily, almost panting as I related my stories of the evening. I wasn’t sure where this was all going but he was certainly being masterful about it all. “I hailed a taxi to bring me home,” I said, “to you.” I could hear John contemplating his next move.. He could feel her tremble and watched her hands flat against the tiled walls of the shower. He knew she was ready to be pounded now by both the falling beads of water from the shower head and by his inquisitive cock that was searching out every little corner of her beautiful bum bouncing back against his groin like a magnet of industrial strength.She melted into him and they were like one animal grunting and groaning feverishly merging together with a passion of twin dancers slapping together. Uncomfortable and restricting but at the same time the most powerfully erotic thing I've have ever had done to me. Lifting herself from me Mercy inserts her fingers between the rubber and flesh at the crotch of her leotard pulling it to one side, exposing her swollen, freshly shaven cunt and ass."When I sit back down you're going to fuck my ass with your tongue" she orders " get inside me and lick for your life, if you're good I might just suck on your fat cock as a reward"My head is.