What he had felt was beyond description. His whole body tingled. Slowly he recovered and looked down at Kris, kneeling before him. He helped her up to...her feet. No words passed between them. He kissed her, tasting his own cum on her lips. The kiss was sensual, not frenzied. They held each as they did, remaining this way until the water began to cool. Matt was very quiet as they ate breakfast. He sat very close to her at the table, close enough that their knees touched. Kris had to coax the. So Spencer picks up his pace with long, fast and deep strokes. But Spencer can feel her need for more. So he decides to relinquish control to her. He lowers himself and they roll over with Sam on top of him. She just as quickly sits straight up, letting her breasts bounce while she caresses her own hips to straddle him. Quickly, she finds her own rhythm—a mix of grinding and impaling down hard, riding Spencer like he is a toy invading her depths. Her pace speeds up and she fucks him faster. Her. Rather, they extend from a lack of focus that pervades virtually every area of your life. We are going to improve your focus, Robert.” And then, almost whispering: “Now, do as I say, and drop … your … pants.” “Good,” she said a few seconds later, gasping slightly when she saw my fat meat lozenge dangling just an arm’s length from her face. I stepped forward, thinking she’d wrap her sexy lips around it, but instead she extended her arm and cupped my balls, rolling them in the gently in the palm. Once she finished she took a good look at him, ‘Your you again.’ She smiled then quickly frowned remembering her mix up, ‘I mean your Jack again.’ *** He had hand picked the location for his beach house because of the privacy factor, the closest habitat was a tiny little sleepy town. The entire town had one gas station, and one drive-in that didn’t feature any film made after 1960. It had only one little mom and pop restaurant that featured a menu straight from the sea. He had been here once.