I explained how I wasn’t in a rush and new at things but always loved the thought of him watching me almost exposed. Nothing really happened that ni...ht besides talking and a little teasing on my behalf rounded with a cuddle. The next morning when I woke up I brought it up instantly because I didn’t want the impression to be that I was just d***k and horny. Going with the flow I just let things progress steadily but slowly. That second night when we were sitting there I finally asked him if I. While I became more aware of the sound of her breathing, her footstep, the slight creak of the floor, I think it was only because I was concentrating on them more. I recalled the layout of the house enough to guess that she was leading me past the master bedroom, to the doorway at the end of the hall, pausing only long enough to push open the door and lead me through, her fingers tightening painfully as I stumbled over the thick rug. “Sorry.” I muttered, my cheeks warm with. She would tell me about these vivid daydreams she would have about being on some type of stage with a room full of horny men jerking off over her. Beyond that, at least once a week she would lie in my bed, have me finger her, and tell me about who was watching and what they were doing. It was so hot! We would never even get to the point where Sheri had an orgasm because talking like that would drive her so crazy, we’d end up fucking before she could finish. She would climb on top of me, fuck me. " Ingrid said as she sat back on my cock. I had two months of cum backed up in my balls so I exploded rather quick filling Ingrid's pussy to overflowing. "There we go, I bet you feel much better now. I liked that." Ingrid said smiling, my cock still spitting the last of my load deep inside her. Ingrid lifted off of me, "Wow, that was a lot of spunk." Ingrid said as she got some wipes to clean us both up. She said for to lay there as the Doctor would want to examine me as she dressed. "Well that.