Expecting a face to shine suddenly in the light of the movie on the big screen. She couldn't concentrate on her orgasm or anything else.She had a deep...seeded fear that they would be discovered and that her high style reputation would be tarnished forever. Then nobody would ever want to have anything to do, ever again."Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!" Was the only deafening sound that she could focus on as Damien/boy continued his incessant licking of her wet vagina.Hotdog/boy and Goliath/boy could feel. Your eyes follow your fingers, which follow the goose bumps forming on my skin. Your fingers trace my collarbone, down to my breasts. For a minute you’re just looking at me. I can feel the moisture spreading between my legs. I want this feeling to last but I’ve never been good at self-restraint, especially when I know what I want and when what I want is right in front of me. I unhook my bra and let you see my breasts for the first time. You look for a second, and then you take them both into. .. and I finally saw it. It wasperfect!It had a porch that ran across the front and down the sides of the cabin witha rail.There was a small table and 2 chairs on the porch to the right of the door,and a rack of some kind that ran from the floor to the ceiling of the prochon the left side.I got out of the van and grabbed my purse and my small luggage bag and headedup to the door. The steps creaked a little, and I loved the sound of my heelson the hard wood steps and floor. The sound seemed to. She curled her legs around my back and gripped me tight, pulling me even closer to her, so my strokes had to be shorter and faster. Stroke after stroke brought me closer and closer to my orgasm, and just as I was starting to ejaculate my strands of hot white spunk into her waiting depths, she trembled, and shouting obscenities like I hadn’t heard for ages, came hard and long. I kissed her long and hard then, her breasts, still veiled in her white t-shirt pressing against my chest, her long hard.