Your pussy feels so good as your body writhes from your orgasm. Your brain feels on fire with pleasure that you can't control. You feel like you're a...out to black out when I slowly ease my finger out of your pussy and softly kiss your inner thighs. You slowly come down from your orgasm, but I keep kissing over your clit and it keeps you burning inside. You look down at me with lust-filled eyes. You remember your frustration from last night and know exactly what you need. Between breaths you. With her labored breathing and the erratic thrusting of Andrea's ass, Chris knew she was close to orgasm again. Without breaking stride, he leaned forward and moved both of his hands through the opening of her t-shirt to her tits. By now Andrea's bra had worked itself on top of her tits from the swinging, giving Chris unrestricted access to her nipples. With both sets of thumbs and forefingers, he pinched and squeezed Andrea's hard nipples in time with the thrusting of his cock deep in her. We don't have a song for him/her now, but we'd like one. We'll probably have to write it ourselves. We can steal somebody's music and do new lyrics."I still can't believe you wrote an entire musical in one weekend." Well, the school has to submit an entry for the contest on November third. That gives us less than two months to put everything together." It was nice of Mr. McCoy to say he'd help with the musicians and everything," Tami added."That'll help a lot," I agreed. "How many do you think. The way that Danny and Marsha had burst out of the Chevette, with clothing in disarray and a cry of, "All right, let's go swimming," hadn't told them a thing, and neither had the way the two had snuggled in the back seat, all the way back to Spearfish Lake. Amy had ridden back, with Josh's arm around her, but it was a different Amy, a little more distant. It was a different Danny, a different Marsha -- and a different Josh, as well, he realized."God, it would have been so easy," he said to.