.. but you don’t really know what you’re doing,” she chided, her leaf again moving to my still-erect shaft, the throbbing wooziness of my head s...owly fading and allowing me to unfortunately appreciate her touch. “You don’t really have the willpower to stop me. You’re tired. You’re horny. And you used a lot of it up resisting that other female. Your will was able to overcome hers... but you won’t be able to stop me...”Her abdomen curled even further, exposing the pinkish, wet opening at the tip. Sammy nuzzled her head under Bobby's chin. "Can we go out there?" she asked softly, watching nature's light show."Sure."Bobby grabbed a stack of large beach towels to cover the dew on two of the flattened lounge chairs, and to use as light blankets against the rapidly fading morning chill. They lay down on the improvised outdoor bed, with Bobby spooning Sammy from behind."I guess we've got a few hours before Sandy comes to take us to the airport," said Sammy. "I'm glad we planned to go there to. It's only later that I find out she never knew his surname. He'd just been 'Jonathan'.There's something very likeable about him. He seems to have a very open, pleasant personality that makes it easy to be comfortable with him. He's definitely not what I was expecting, when I think about how Jenny fell into his hands.I tell him how much I like the work he's done on Jenny's back."Mmm," he says. "She is a good canvas."Now that sounds a bit strange to me. As if she is an object rather than a. I looked over at her stroking Anthony's big dong. He had a huge vein running along the side that was pulsating as she stroked him. She worked in an upward motion and rotated her fingers around his dick head. She squeezed the tip and he delivered a dab of pre-cum. She was doing a great job of giving us both attention. As she worked his shaft, she massaged my my hairy nuts, rolling them in her fingers, squeezing and pulling on them. This was turning out to not be a quick jerk which was fine with.