Over and over again he would bring me to the brink then slow down again, savouring what he was doing. All the while, my hands ran up and down his back...“I’m ready now,” he said. “Fuck me now” he uttered as he first stood then lowered himself gently onto the bed.I bent down and found his hole with my tongue, furling it I tongue fucked him, making him spread his cheeks wider and groan every time I touched his hole. After a few minutes, he again told me to fuck him.This time I reached for the oil. I spent Tuesday at SciTech, as usual.Wednesday, Weena insisted on dolling me up: brown suit, blue shirt, striped tie, and medal. Shiny shoes. I felt like a side-show monkey. "You look really good," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "Knock 'em dead!" I'll phone after I see the Dean." Don't bother; I'll be at the hospital."I parked in a Visitor space and was greeted by the receptionist with a prepared "guest" badge. I was "Dr. Gordon Hollister." A young man with over-long hair in a too-tight. My husband lovingly caressed them, sliding the palms of his hands along their sides and underneath before lifting them up gently but firmly, and rubbing his thumbs exquisitely around my nipples. "I love your big tits, your big fucking tits. I'm going to put my hard cock between them," he said. He guided me down and I wrapped my boobs around his cock. I could feel its pulsing heat between my breasts. He rocked his cock in the tunnel my tits had made, leaving a trail of precum as he did so. I. Now slide one hand down gently across your belly and just barely brush it back and forth across your mound,” I directed. “How does that feel?”“Oh, it really feels good,” she sighed.”Now take one finger and begin to gently circle your clit. A little harder now. A little faster now. Take your other hand and press your breasts together, rubbing both nipples back and forth,” I said.“This is feeling wonderful,” she again sighed.“Now reach into the night stand and pull out the tall bottle of.