Touching, hands sliding against the rough fabrics we cover our tender souls with and beneath it. Intakes of breath and goosebumps when skin collides a...d tongues are at war with eachother. This has always been the most beautiful thing about us, and I am not ashamed of that fact. If nothing else, our bodies were made to recognize eachother. Your heart is beating. I can hear the fire pumping through your very veins. Ive been waiting for so long… You bring your rough palms to the skin at my hips. I knew he was controlling himself to let me take my time and he whispered encouragingly for me to keep going.I gradually continued to ease more of his cock inside me and loved the amazing feeling of being totally filled up. I could feel myself approaching an orgasm quickly and could feel my muscles contracting around him. “Oh yes, baby, cum on my cock” he said softly and all I could do was bury my face in the bed and moan as I felt my muscles squeezing him so tightly. He slowly and gently. His lips hungrily closed around the juicy morsel of tit-flesh. The tip of his tongue licked out, stabbing against the rubbery bud."Ohhh, good, Daddy, really good," Kay moaned.Mark slid his hands back up her spine, around her sides, and palmed the bulging mounds of the girl's tits. He stroked both tits firmly yet gently while his mouth sucked and licked them, making her writhe above him.Meanwhile, Janie's mouth went into action. The girl knelt between her father's spread thighs and pushed her. She said she felt the same way as I did about romantic entanglements. She claimed she had no interest in romance at that time.After chatting for many hours on the phone over the next week or so, she agreed to accompany me to a CB related party. She had sent her kids to their paternal grandparents for the night and could relax and enjoy herself for the first time in weeks.When supplies began to run low at the party, Debbie and I volunteered to make a run to the grocery and liquor stores. After.