I want it. I need it.”“Not yet.” He pulled my hand off him, and again pinned my wrists gently to the pillow above my head with a single, stron... hand. “I want you wetter than you are. I think it will be easier.” He kissed me again, sometimes tenderly, sometimes urgently, as his free hand roamed over me, teasing my skin, chilling it and warming it at the same time. “I love you, Mary.”“David!” I hissed when his finger pressed lightly against my entrance.“My brother told me to see if I can. I’m doing the fucking.’He laughed.‘I’m not the Cap…’I pressed a finger to his lips.‘I know.’I was the boat, he was the ocean, and I rode his waves. He foamed at the crests; I drowned in the troughs. The storm grew, whipped us to a frenzy, tangled us in twisted sheets. He tossed me high then I slammed down onto him and rose again till his heaving flesh left me and there was air between us. Swirling currents swiftly carried me into uncharted oceans of pleasure that my inexperience labelled, 'Here. This story is about one of his visits. Amy was visiting for a couple of days, having left the youngster with her mother with a good supply of expressed milk. James was about to start a solo run, hauling a huge dump truck on his flatbed trailer.Amy was booked to fly back home the afternoon after James left on his trip. I had volunteered to drive her to the airport.“Fuck me ... fuck my ass” Mala screamed thrusting her hips back against my embedded cock, slapping her ass cheeks against my. .. oh, ah, yesterday," he stammered somewhat confused by the question, though thoroughly enjoying Becky's talented hand as she continued to manipulate his cock, periodically squeezing it, teasing the head as his lubrications oozed out, which she then used to further stimulate it with."Good, hopefully that means you'll have a lot of cum for me," she grinned wickedly, looking up at him as she knelt there jacking him off."Oh yeah, for sure," he smiled back. "Peter said we could come on your tits?".