He was incredible.Somehow, he knew when I was close to cumming and would ease up and slow his pace, his magic mouth, keeping me on the edge of orgasm....Over and over he brought me to the edge, then backed off. I remember clawing at and gripping my seat, lost in pleasure. I was ready to beg him for release, beg him not to stop, but again he seemed to know and quickened his pace. His wet mouth moving up and down my shaft until I exploded. As I gripped the seat, almost breathless, he continued to. I now knew it was smita and reflexly squeezed her boob as if by accident.ouch,she cooed softly and ntering the room sidewise asked me if i would lik to have tea.she was unruffled and smiled seductively at me and left.i went back sat on my chair and looked in to my book.2-3 minutes later she came in and tried to take a cup from the cabinet.it was across me and as she leaned across behind me i could feel her right boob pressed against my head.i felt it deliberate andmoved my hand back and softly. ’ Fiona said as she poured herself a drink too. ‘Yes.’ I said, sipping the rich champagne. ‘We loved it.’ With a warm smile, Fiona spoke in a whisper, ‘So do I.’ With another sip, I crossed my legs as I got comfortable. I wanted to know more about this woman… this divine figure of grace and power. ‘I can tell.’ I replied in burgeoning fondness. ‘You’re… so… so beautiful.’ ‘Thank you, Miss Sanders.’ She replied, taking a lengthy sip from her glass. ‘Oh, please call me Kristen.’ I said, still. But after I go down on you, Mary--after I get that gorgeous little snatch flowing with your own juice."He crawled up on the bed beside her, drinking in the utter loveliness of her flesh. Mary's tits were small, but firm as apples, their red nipples standing erect, and Jerry bent to kiss them, to fondle them slowly and caressingly with hands and lips and tongue. She shivered as he sucked first one tasty tip, then the other, and Jerry let his hands roam softly over her miniature Venus body,.