I lifted my head and looked at him. I could see by the look on his face that he'd never been blown like that before."Jesus Christ." he said, looking a... me. "Wow." The night's young," I said, "I hope that you have stamina.We laid on his bed next to each other for about a half hour, and talked about our day. I teased him during our conversation, blowing in his ear, gently rubbing his cock with a finger. I let him suck my tits, I was trying to get him hard again, which didn't take that long. For. The white cups of my bra gleam against my tanned skin.Your pulse starts to race as I reach behind my back and unhook the white bra. I toss it aside and pick up my hairbrush, shaking my long hair. My soft breasts shook too. They are big and round and firm and you groan as you imagine burying your face between them. I brush my hair, working the bristles through my thick curls, and with every movement of my arm you watch my breasts bounce.Suddenly, a naked man steps behind me and runs his hands. I run my tongue around it, then bend further to lick the underside of your shaft, all the way to the top.Your muscles are tense, your breathing ragged, your eyes dark. You are watching me, mesmerized by the way my mouth is tormenting you. I smile wickedly and place my lips over you, sliding down until I feel you hit the back of my throat, then gradually slide up. I swirl the top with my tongue again.Your hips begin their frantic movement again and I stop. I wait. You relax a little and I. John wanted to do a little a little photography as well as skiing. John found shooting with his camera therapeutic. John thought he would use the few days before Angie arrived to see if he could get any good shots with his new 1.4 lens. Angie would be arriving from Hong Kong in a few days and John knew that finally, after months, he’d get well and truly laid. Angie was a true connoisseur of sex, or in American parlance, variously referred to as either a “party animal” or a “slut”. Those of you.