All of these actions spiralling outwards, moving faster and faster. Heading towards one thing. We are kissing again, arms and legs wrapped together, m... holding her and her holding me. Each one comforting the other against the storm of pleasure that is building inside us. Building to a level where it has to break.I latch my arms around Ginny as hard as I can, as my orgasm hits. Given how hard she is embracing me, I guess hers had too. My whole body is shaking, warm pulses running down my limbs. Markus noticed my nipples were erect, so he suggested we go up to his room for some hot rum. He just took me by the hand and led the way. I obediently accompanied him and my dear Victor simply followed us. We enjoyed the drinks Markus prepared and soon we got very comfortable.Suddenly the black man said we could be more comfortable and then he and I took our damp bath suits…I gasped when I saw his erection; it looked really like a horse… It would not fit in my asshole for sure.Markus smiled as. He tells us to get out of the car. He takes down his pants and briefs. He's pretty hung, about 9 inches or so. That makes me feel insecure. Kayla notices this and kisses me. She then tells me that she loves my cock and can't wait to have it in her again."You can begin." He says playing with his dick.Kayla drops down to her knees, kissing my stomach as she goes down. I love looking in her eyes because they shoe pure desire. She puts the tip of her tongue on the head of my dick. She looks me in. Her usual skirts were flared and pleated, with an accent belt. It suddenly struck me that her skirts looked like the way that Brooks Brothers would do a cheerleader skirt. Their fabric would not be out of place in business suiting. “Diane, you intrigue me, as I’m sure you intended, with these variations on your usual look.”Today, though, her skirt, while generally of her preferred cut, was black leather. Where she usually wore hose, her legs were bare. As opposed to a tailored blouse, she.