She looks at me "what drink did you make" she asked. "Tequila sunrise, I would be glad to drink yours if you only want orange juice" I ask. "Drinkin... with you on naked weekend sounds wonderful" she answers. After breakfast and another shower and complete washing and drying of each other’s bodies we head out to the patio for naked relaxing before the game. We sit on two lounge chairs enjoying the view and the weather and each other. After I while, she gets up spreads my legs open and slides. “Please,” you whimpered, “don’t do this to me. Stop, Jack, please, please, I’m begging you.” Your pleas had turned to soft sobs as I worked your nipple into a hard little peak, then turned to the other. “Please stop.”“They’re hard,” I pointed out, leaning down to flick the nipple with my tongue. “You like it.”“No, I don’t, I want you to stop!” you shouted, shoving me as hard as you could, struggling to sit up and get away. I grabbed you by the calves and yanked you back down against the. Afterward, when he had disengaged, she would close her legs tightly and push her ass cheeks tightly and repeatedly into the mattress as a mythical barricade so as to prevent him from entering her again back there. Then he would hold her in his arms and she would cry for a few minutes, and then kiss him very tenderly again and say thank you.One Saturday in late spring, on one of those days when he really wanted to be anywhere but at work, he observed a teen age girl, wearing a raincoat, walking. Sliding his arm around her hips, he anchored her to bench and slowed the thrusts of his fingers until the last of her climax faded. Joan came back to herself slowly. Her head felt light, barely connected at the neck as she turned to look where Marcus sat still kneeling between her thighs. Silently, she watched as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them of her juices before smoothing down her skirts. ‘Marcus?’ she inquired. His eyes were fever bright with desire. ‘Not yet,’ he.