While I blew his son's mind with my oral skills, D held my hair so it didn't get wet. D'andre liked watching me suck "our" boy. He began instructing m... on what to do next, "Lick the head, take him deep, and suck his balls." I reached over and started stroking D'andre as I sucked Junior who was ready to explode in no time at all. Suddenly I briefly sobered up and stopped what I was doing. "Wait, hold on!" I said in a panic but D'andre wasn't trying to deal with my hesitations at finishing what. All I know is that he is spooned around me, his fingers traveling daintily across my shoulders, down my arms, his lips gently at the nape of my neck. I smile as I feel his breath, so uniquely him, so incredibly sensual. I love this feeling, cradled in his arms, so safe, so protected. Do I dare say I feel loved? Its presence is unmistakable at moments like these, but its presence is not constant, living in different worlds as we do. How did we come together? The question is driven from my mind. He took his fingers down her stomach, looking for the moist wetness and gave a grunt of pleasure when he finally found it. Next thing she knew, one then two then three fingers were inside her pussy and she started to whimper. In and out he moved them, ever so slowly, making sure she got the fullest pleasure. His pace started to increase and finally got fast. She no longer whimpered, now she cried with pleasure! If these were just his fingers, she wondered how the real thing would feel. She was. It was amazing for someone his age.” “He seduced and fucked you right then, while I am sitting there 100 feet away?” I said in astonish- ment. “Without saying another word, he placed his hands on my thighs then moved my bathing suit crotch to the side. Then, after a few minutes of me turning to jelly with his tongue, he just lifted me in his arms, stood me up and bent me over this counter, completely removed our suits. He quickly slid his dick in me from behind as I put.