Could he still be asleep? I looked up and could see in the moonlight that his eyes were closed.The thought entered my mind that I wanted to be sure I ...ave him a blowjob better than what he got from his fiancé. My focus returned to the awesome cock in my mouth. I started bobbing up and down, keeping good suction and massaging with my tongue. I was really enjoying this new experience as he grabbed my head with both hands and started pumping his cock deeper and faster. I found my nose hitting his. We carried on dancing, our bodies rubbing firmly against one another as Emily got more and more into her dancing. Every few minutes, she would do another spin or two and I’m sure I was not the only one enjoying those brief flashes.As she ground her lithe body against mine I was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate. Her firm ass or hip would rub against my cock, teasing me until she felt it stiffening, then pulling away once more. Spin after spin, left me dreaming of that sweet ass.. .. had not ravished her breasts as Stefan had ... had left her unfulfilled and disappointed.Even as she labored over his cock, Stefan could feel Tasha withdrawing into herself. To prevent this, and to force her to submit to him even further, Stefan used his free hand to push Tasha's skirt up around her hips and to roughly ripped aside her panties, fully exposing her firm round buttock and glistening sex. Barely sensing Stefan's actions from the detachment she had imposed upon herself, Tasha was. He had been taught the traditions as a lad and he loved the stories of how his ancestors had celebrated the holiday. He was always very proud of his heritage and Brigid often told her son that he was a ‘sensitive’ who was in tune to the spirits around him. Ever since he was a wee lad, James had made some kind of small offering to the saints who he believed protected him. James was now a successful illustrator of children’s books, so he loved the beauty of the season and all of the customs that.