I start to lift up onto my knees, sliding almost all the way off of you then slowly back down over you as I contract my vaginal walls around you. Up a...d down slowly, over and over, pinching your nipples, stroking your chest and belly lightly as I rock in all directions over you, gradually picking up the pace until you're moaning and looking into my eyes asking for more.I reach behind me and gently stroke and squeeze your testicles as I move faster up and down on you, tightening my vagina around. I was supporting Sharon’s entire weight, partly by her legs wrapped around my waist, but mostly she was being held suspended by my prick rammed hard in her tube like a muscular anchor bolt. That downward pressure combined with the way she had impaled herself with force onto me, had produced the hardest, hard-on I had ever had, my prick felt as if it was made of oak, and was a foot long and six inches round and was so engorged with blood that it was throbbing. She looked into my eyes and said. .." she said, grinning. "... look stunning--better than me and Marigold by any means."Thule looked Dawn up and down, "I'm sure this particular shade of green..." Seafoam," said Marigold, still sliding her dress on."I'm sure you wouldn't choose to dress in seafoam every day, but you carry it off very well," said Thule.Marigold turned to be zipped into her dress and said, "They're just very old-fashioned seeming. They look like prom dresses from the fifties."Thule obliged, zipping Marigold up and. "Punctual as always, Shelly. Good girl." I blushed, feeling that mixture of anticipation and fear that he seemed to draw effortlessly out in me. "Would you care for a drink? Or perhaps, you’d like to skip it and go take another look at our little secret." My breath caught in my throat as the door shut behind me, my heart racing as I glanced towards the hallway, only half aware of his presence, the caress of his hand upon my cheek, the warmth of his body as he stood behind me radiating against.