I can hear Ewan’s breathing on the other end of the line, becoming shallow and rapid. Knowing he is close to orgasm makes me work my swollen clit ha...der and my fingers delve deeper and deeper. “Fuck, I am so close, Jen. Are you ready sweetheart?” “Oh fuck yes, yes I am.” I hear a low grunt from him and I know he is ejaculating. I wish he was here now so I could devour his cock. Thinking of this along with the skilful work of my fingers takes me over the edge. A huge overpowering orgasm renders. She had me gently fondle her breasts, kiss them, and use my tongue to play with her nipples. Her breasts were quite young looking and when I remarked on that she said that all of the hard farm work kept her young. On the second day she showed me her privates, the slit that lay behind all of that hair, and where her clit was. I learned how to use my fingers to give her pleasure and where to lick to bring her off. I did get an erection several times, but I was too grossed out by the fishy odor to. A slight moan comes from the guy her finger probing in and out while her other hand stroked his balls and gently squeezed his thickening cock.She pulls her finger from his arse and suckedthe juices from it.Then she holds his cock in one hand and slowly puts it into her warm wet mouth.his cock thickens the blood pumping to his now throbbing bellend she licks his shaft flicks the top ans sucks in and out of her now slabbering mouthher spit drips down his shaft and onto his balls she begins to. She was seeing something in Fleurie’s eyes. ‘No – no – you are much, much older, aren’t you?’ She paused and whispered. ‘A couple hundred years at least.’ You laughed, ‘Oh come oooon, Kris.’ Madame Fleurie had sat especially upright and seemed to be looking far into the distance. She said softly, ‘Yes. At least.’ She looked at Kristin. ‘I have been waiting.’ You paused and said, quietly, ‘What have you been waiting for, Madame?’ She shifted and stood. Her white braid fell over her left.