"Noo!" A frown crossed her face at the thought of no more orgasms for a whole day. "I can't last a day ... maybe an hour? Or just half an hour? A quar...er?" she countered, humping his finger more urgently now, writhing around that special place inside her that she never knew existed until Nick; gripping the seat of the stool with both hands.He held his finger still inside her, feeling her writhe against it. "Oh, little one, you will have to learn," he said, grinning. Then leaning in he. Linda had agreed to hire Bobby as a favor to her best friend and neighbor Barbara Martin, who was of course Bobby's mother.Linda grabbed her bathrobe and quickly tied it around herself. She rushed down the stairs and cracked open the front door. Sure enough, standing on the front porch was Bobby Martin in his usual colored T-shirt, jeans, and jogging shoes. Bobby was quiet k**, very quiet, and as anyone who is around him could quickly tell, very shy. Although he was not very athletic he had. “I didn’t think we would ever be together for real, not like this.” Tom slid his hand between her thighs, caressing her wet slit, “Do you know how much I want this? How I feel right now, I could move a mountain to be with you, Keisha.” “Yes!” Keisha moaned as his fingers dipped inside her honey pot. His touch was everything she dreamt it would be, gentle yet strong. She pulled him closer as they shared another long heated kiss. The elevator dinged and the doors opened to their floor sooner than. I almost choked. But then it was so funny. I was thinking about that movie, Deep Throat. When Linda Lovelace would cum, there were fireworks. I laughed to myself. Neither of them had cum yet when I hear Donna and Mark, in back of us commenting on the fireworks. Guess they had finished fucking and came out front to watch them.....and us. I turned my head, yes, they were also watching us. I gave them a smile and they laughed. It must have been funny to see my head bouncing around as Paul pounded.