....oooohhhhaaaaahhhhh........in my mouth......aaaarrrrrgghhh – you're so fucking good!!!!' Heidi squealed!Jim took the hint – he was ready to blo... his top. He pushed Heidi's sweaty body down off of him onto her back on the lawn and she landed limply with a “..ungh....aahh....Give it to me.....yessss.....” Jim rolled over, straddled her torso, and mover up to her head. He put a knee above each of her shoulders, and used his hands to guide his pulsing dick into her mouth. Heidi eagerly moved her. Shorter between them but ever higher, as the gentle fuck becomes something altogether different. Becomes hard and fast. And even the pinching of nipple becomes harsher, bordering on pain but becoming that much more pleasurable because of it. And the tongue no longer needs to feed the stormy seas of her pleasure. Instead she needs it clear, free to bring deep breaths inside her.It ends as she thought it should have begun, but she understands. She understands the climb to ecstasy needs the widest. As you sat in the back seat of the taxi with your head bowed you could image Herbert clearly, as if he was sat right beside you with his giant grey beard that reached his stomach, his pale skin, the smoking pipe he kept in his jacket pocket, the farmer's cap he wore to cover his shiny bold head and his inquisitive green eyes, that kind that could enchant anyone. In your hands was an open envelope you had received a month prior, it was from Herbert himself. You pulled out to read it once more,. If only Black’s web had been made of moth silk, then she could just have puked on it. Lei closed her eyes. Spitting on a spider’s web was not a way to free yourself, she had been instructed when she was a child. Normal spit would no more harm a spider’s web than it would a cocoon. Lei shook her head. Normal spit wouldn’t harm a cocoon. Normal spit! Lei gathered all the saliva in her mouth and spat it on the strand she had been tearing at. Again she pulled at it and it broke. Lei spat at another.