She could not remember how she got there, but she had no problem remembering what she had done that afternoon. With a big grin on her face, Kimberly s...retched like a cat in the noon day sun, relishing the glory of her body and all the incredible things she did with it the past twenty-four hours.The phone rang and she bent over in bed to pick it up. "Hello, Kimberly here, how may I help you?" She had a feeling it was her husband, and thought she would play a game with him. It wasn't, but a game. One of the nights I was reading, Sebastian climbed in bed with me so he could read another book. Yes, this was weird. Sebastian did not read. But I was curious, and after a while, I put my book down and pretended to be asleep. It didnt take long for Sebastian to make his move. Not long after I started sleeping I felt Sebastians hand travel down my body, and under my pants. He started rubbing on my clit, and I had no idea what I was feeling, I just knew it felt good. He put his hand a little. She waited until he relaxed before palming his cheeks and pushing outward a bit each time she rocked up and out. Her thumbs would dig a bit into his lower back and then run along his spin as her palms and fingers massaged on either side of the center back. She rocked back and forth for long minutes letting her hands create a rhythm of massage from his butt cheeks to his shoulders. The next time she added oil, she let it dribble from the bottle into the crack of his cheeks and quickly started to. "Would you suck me?" she asks."Sure, baby." Why not? It's not like I haven't done it before, and she's got a nice one."Let's sixty-nine, okay?" she suggests.I lay down on my back and she throws her leg over and lays down over me with her soft body on mine, and her big white cock is in my face.So I wrap my hand around it and take it in my mouth. It takes good, kind of sweet, and it's not an unpleasant feeling having it in my mouth. I bob up and down on it and work my tongue just like she's.