My eyes close as whispered passions echo in my memories, dancing slowly there, spreading a slow burning trail of fire down through my mind into my bod..., my lips, and fingertips tingling, aching to feel you. My mind tenderly recalls the sound of your voice, envisioning the passionate sounds of your whisper in my ear, moaning quietly as I hear you tell me of your desires, your needs, your wanton whispers of how you want to touch my body with your hands, your mouth, the most intimate parts of our. My hand wrapped around his cock, which I had managed to free, while he continued to massage my tits and suckle my nipples.“I want you, Stacy,” he breathed in my ear, “I want you so bad.”I nodded and looked at him with lust-glazed eyes. We knew we couldn’t continue this any further, at least not here and now. But I wasn’t ready to quit yet. I looked around, and seeing that we were still alone, I quickly moved my head down to John’s lap and breathed my hot breath on his stiff cock. Before he. Her soft laughter was rich and mocking at my attempts. Try as I might, spread eagled as I was, I couldn’t manage to make myself cum on her fingers. All I did was work myself up until I was ready to scream, to cry, to beg her to help me out. “It’s getting late, baby.” She cooed, brushing her thumb over my clit, giving me hope that I might finally achieve nirvana, if only she would help me, my hopes sinking as she went on. “I really should be going. Mr. Vandermeer expects me for dinner. Looks. Others?We went in a side door that opened into mudroom and a large country kitchen. Two other women stood preparing dinner, and clearly Jesse and the two were sisters. Jesse shed her coat, and now I could draw the same conclusion about each of the three: pretty, lean, endowed, and later I'd find out, smart. At Jesse's suggestion, I worked at getting out of my leather riding clothes, until I finally got down to my jeans and a t-shirt from the Dave Matthews Band. I stood barefoot."Jim, these are.