Sliding down slowly as far as she can... sliding back up... always sucking just a tiny bit harder then the time before... her tongue doing amazing thi...gs to your senses as it swirls around your cock.Your hand moves to the top of her head, signaling that you are close. She concentrates on your breathing and moves in rhythm with your pulsating cock. Sucking hard as you cum and moving softly back down between each stream of your seed. She continues this motion until you move her off of your body,. I watched her walking down the towpath for three or four minutes in the distance. I knew it was my Gemma straight away from the way she walked. “Hi,” I said, when she joined me. “Hi Danielle." “You look nice,” I said. Gemma was wearing a denim skirt and black hold ups. Her top was pink I think. I remember it was tight though. I was already a D cup by then, and Gemma was about a C. “I just live nearby," she said. “My parents and my brother have gone out.” “Oh, that’s nice for them. Didn’t they. Everything is has spin and jargon to it that must be interpreted with a grain of salt and translated with a jaundiced eye to get to the truth. Yet, there’s a surefire way to catch a politician lying. If he or she are moving their lips, they’re lying. Where men lie about the money they earn, the jobs they have, the cars they drive, and mostly everything else, women lie about their age, their height, their weight, and how many sexual partners they’ve had. Those four lies with women never change.. I loved what I was doing and what they were doing to me. My wife lightly licked my ear and jacked my cock, occasionally bringing her hand down to my balls and tapping on my asshole. Cock, balls, asshole, balls, cock. She ran her thumb over the head of my slippery cockhead. Lots of precum. She brought her hand to my face and wiped her thumb on my nose and now my world was full of the scent of my own cock.She sat up and knelt over by the guy and started kissing him, caressing his face while I.