I pulled back my skin and let the tip drip on my fingers I was already so wet. I then grabbed my computer and put on my coffee table and I sat on the ...ouch. Then I told her I would love to see more of her too. She smiled and slipped off her shirt. Her breasts were amazing; she made me bulge even harder. I watched her hands glide up and down her body, pinching her nipples, and then massaging them firmly. My hands were sliding up and down my thighs. I wrapped them around my cock and gently. The challenge would be to strip him of his load and yet prevent an orgasm. His desire to please was commendable, yet I knew that the body can react on its own. I had given a lot of thought to the procedure and what would be the ultimate position. I decided that three straight-backed chairs and a footstool would do - not as comfortable for me since I would have to kneel or sit, but doable. I had him lie on the footstool on his chest and I placed one chair in front of him so he could steady. Jonelle began to whimper and stroke Laura's head, her fingers digging through Laura's hair to her scalp. Laura, fearing to hurt her, released her wet, stiff nipple, flicking it with her tongue, looking up into Jonelle's eyes, which swirled with frantic lust."Am I hurting you? Are they sore?"Jonelle shook her head vigorously. "Go ahead," she panted. "Do it. Do it harder. Oh god, Laura, it's so good!" Mmmm, I love your big titties," Laura purred, echoing Jonelle's words. "I want to suck and suck. The dance-floor encounter had its place in that plan. Kim could tell Tiffany was indeed broken and had nothing left to hide. Also, she now felt completely in control of the relationship.Tiffany retreated to the dancers' changing room in shock over what had just happened. She had not known Kim even had been released, let alone that she was back in the US. Tiffany was as amazed seeing her as she would have been seeing someone she thought was dead. Finally, the drugs in her body, combined with the.