I left her to play with it till I was in high point.Then I got up and pushed her against the message table and lifted her one leg and put it on my sho...lder and started my action. Both of us were slipping and once she was about to fall. I told her to lie on the floor as before and played my motions. This time every thing was slipping as oil was there all over us. I just got up and took the wet cloth and just cleaned inside her love point and my manhood and started it again.I lifted her legs. He was, different, somehow in a way she hadn’t seen before.But her body recognized it, feeling the sexuality and power emanating from him. She dripped in desire for his hard length, feeling her wet cum coating her thighs, and she craved to give herself to him. To have him take her soft form in any way that he desired and feel his power.“I don’t want to make love to you,” he told her, his hand muffling her mouth with his arm wrapped around her middle. “I don’t want to have sex with you. I want. It gets thicker and longer, more so than it has been since Marshall has been in possession of it. Within a few more seconds, it becomes fully erect, completely hard and is now sticking straight out at him.Marshall drops to the floor before it. Hungrily he raises his mouth to it, opening it as much as he can. His tongue slips out, longer and stronger, as an invitation. It bobs up and down with a pulse of its own. The moment it enters his mouth he greedily gobbles it down as far as the wall. The tiny pearls of Jim's spend that had escaped her lips and dripped down the sides of her mouth, were living proof that she believed in what she had both set out to do and, now, accomplished."Did you like it, Jim? I did! I want to do that and more with you all the time. I've wanted to do that for you since that time in the water. Didn't I do it good, Jim?" As she spoke, Sandy put a finger to the sides of her mouth and scooped up the droplets of escaped jism and fed them back onto her waiting.