There was no ‘Oh god, I’m cumming!’ outburst, only the obvious exhaustion of all that energy and the satisfaction of whatever ending it brought....I didn’t follow her and I really didn’t care. It was such a dynamic experience to see her completely let go and wring every last ounce of ecstasy out of the moment. I was holding her to me as she lay gasping for breath and I stroked her lovely, smooth skin, lightly gripping her butt cheeks. I don’t know how long she lay on my chest, but it was a few. For a brief second she thought it might be too much and she wouldn't be able to continue but she soon felt herself relax as her pussy grew accustomed to his size.After several slow thrust he was finally all the way inside her and she could feel his cock hitting one particular spot deep inside her that made her moan deep from within. He would pick up his pace from time to time and she could feel the beginnings of her orgasm build but then he would slow down just a bit. When his thrusts were hard. We reached her bungalow which was big and went inside . It was tastefully done, with a bar in one corner of the living room. We straight away went there and she poured two glasses of single malt whisky. Our talks resumed.After around 30 mins and 2 pegs each, the atmosphere was relaxed. I had spread out on the sofa and she was on the opposite one with her legs stretched and the dress was pulled up to her thighs. I couldn’t resist watching those sexy pair of meaty legs. She saw that and asked me. That could be a fun day. And yeah, she IS hot.” Matt continued. He sent the text, and before they had left the bar, Camryn had replied saying that she would be able to play with them, and was looking forward to it. Matt told the other guys, two of which cheered, and the other one said that he should try to get out of having to leave town. So they signed up for the tournament, and Matt stayed in contact with Camryn the next week to make sure that she could still play, and that she could meet.