His cock, moving up between my thighs and against my wet lips. I looked to the side and nobody had joined us, so I just whimpered softly as the head f...und my opening. Pushing my wet lips to the side and moving between them.Pleasure coursed through my entire body as the head slipped into me. I muffled the moan as best as I could as he worked himself in and out, feeling so fucking good! And he felt even longer than ever, as he started a fast but deep thrusting. I felt my walls both resisting his. For all that, McDowell’s attack on the Bull Run river came within a whisker of success. Military bungling was by no means confined to the Union command. In spite of his long forewarning of the impending assault Beauregard completely misread McDowell’s intentions. He concentrated the bulk of his army along the river covering the approaches to the fords and bridges on the right flank of the battlefield certain that McDowell would wish to capture the railroads concentrated in that part of the. Several minutes later, he asked, "Would like me to wash you?"She stood unsteadily, speaking softly, "Yeah. That would be nice." He stood and held the wet condom on his limp cock until he deposited it in the trash.While they played in the shower, we agreed that their performance brought intense pleasure to the audience as well as themselves. Bill said, "Well, that should probably have been the last act. I don't have a script that good. I wonder where he got the idea." He chuckled, "She held out. .. and you’ve twelve holes to satisfy before you’ll be allowed to to poke Lucy’s again.” Lloyd squirmed at the laughter, brought on by the redhead’s announcement which was tinged with sarcasm, puzzled at her knowing that his formerly chauvinistic approach to sex had held an abhorrence to the delights of use of tongue; none more aware of this than Joyce, who straddled the chair in triumph, arching her back to project her rear back, giving him a perfect view of her aroused cunt and sticky pucker..