You will take my throbbing priapus deep into your hot body. My finger knows its business. It urges you more strongly. You have been instructed to wait...until you are ready to come. You will thrust downward as you orgasm. You are almost there. But you have to ask permission to come. You are shaking. I know you’re almost there. ‘Now, Daddy. Now, Daddy.’ ‘No, Darling – not yet. You may not come yet.’ ‘Oh God. Oh God.’ You are almost shrieking. ‘Please, please, Daddy, please. – – Please.’ ‘Not yet.’. Let me scan something you need a copy of and we will get it out of the trunk."The item chosen was a yellow, hourglass-shaped radio called the Gibson Girl. It was an automatic radio—just extend the 800-foot antenna, plug the crank in the socket on top, and hold the radio between the knees while turning the handle for all you're worth at 80 rpm. It would automatically send a distress signal on 500 kilo-Hertz at 4.8 watts output, providing a homing signal for appropriately-equipped aircraft and. "Yeah," me moaned, "that's it baby, just like that". Bob was afraid that he would cum in her mouth before he got a chance to get inside her tight cunt. He pulled away from her. She looked relieved, clearly she had no idea what would happen next. Bob grabbed her hair and yanked her to her feet. Candy yelped and tried to pull away. Bob was behind her and pushed her up against the bed. His hard cock pushed up against her nearly bare ass. He put an arm around her neck and used his other hand to. I desperately wanted to fuck, but I knew I wouldn't get five strokes before the inevitable. Mr. Willy didn't care about that-- but I did. These two deserved nothing less than my best. I had impressions to make. Sabrina was going to get hers first, it seemed. She abruptly raised up from Diana's crotch, pushing her arms straight and locking her elbows, her mouth shiny with saliva and other juices, starting to grunt deeply and purposefully in time with her body’s movements, eyes rolling back.