I didn't notice when her hand settled on my thigh, but I did notice when her hand slid forward. I paused a moment in the kissing and raised my eyebrow... at her."I did say I wanted you," she murmured.With that, Angie trailed her fingers up across my inner thighs and then over my stiff cock, the cotton between muffling out all but the basic pressure. I gasped, but Angie didn't let up kissing me or stroking me. I struggled mightily to just sit and receive and not begin running my hands over her. "Good morning," I said. "Will you have coffee? Or would you prefer tea?" Hey, Gordy! We'll both have coffee, too sweet, please," said Jimmy."I thank you for the photo of your little one. I see he has grown much." You are very welcome. His name is Patrick." The saint who drove the snakes from Ireland. I don't think Patrick will drive the snakes from Australia." No, I think not." Oh, hello," said Weena coming in. "I didn't hear you." The little Patrick needs to sleep. We did not talk loudly." May. I moved them gently in and out, trying not to make any slurping noises.I heard Amy’s voice.“Come on, let’s fuck before Annie wakes up,” she whispered.She raised herself up and guided his erect cock between her thighs. Then with a sigh she sank down, impaling herself deeply on it, before starting to bounce up and down. Supporting herself on her hands, she leant over so he could play with her tits.What with the creaking of the bed, the slurping of his cock in Amy’s wet hole, and their excited. It was increasingly difficult to act like nothing was happening. As the minutes passed, I grew more sensitive, building towards to an orgasm. I felt almost painfully hard. I imagined the head of my cock, swelling larger and spreading the tight walls of her pussy. I felt her soft, wet lips wrapped around the base of my shaft, and bit my tongue to keep from moaning. I had no way to tell her what was going to happen, and even if I could, there was nothing we could do about it. The realization that.