She guided my 'eel' to her love hole. I moved both hands to her breasts. I slid into her as she continued to move forward. She was tight and slick ins...de. Our pelvises met. We hugged each other for more than a minute. We both started thrusting, making the water in the tub splash around. Each time we bumped each other Cinnamon let out an “oh”. We moved faster, some water splashing out of the tub.“I’m almost there,” I said.“Keep going, hard and fast,” she said.I increased my pace and she hers. We. Small and white, barely covering my waist. And she thought the skirt wasn't short enough? Maybe she was a lesbian after all.While she ate breakfast I returned to the master bath. The small hamper was full, almost entirely made up of panties. The pile was a rainbow of colors, all thongs and bikinis. As I sorted them, I noticed that a number of them were quite soiled ... soiled as in sexually soiled. Apparently her sexual life was quite active.After stripping her bed, I bundled everything up and. Pre-cum was flowing from my slit and dribbling over my bulging cock head. I could feel the tension of my built up sperm travelling from my prostate up the shaft of my cock seeking release. "Nearly there Bec. Oh yes ...." Then with a rush I'm there, the world stops, time stops and all sensation is centred on my penis. "Oh God Bec I'm cumming! Oh yes! Mmmmmh. Oh yes, I'm cumming, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING!" My breathing stopped momentarily as my body tensed. My cock had become the centre of the. Singing commands the humans now recognized, she directed everyone down an abandoned side street, the weeds trampled down. They marched past decrepit, boarded-up homes before stopping at one with fresh flowers growing in planters on the front porch.Leza’s song became more complex as she issued instructions to various individuals, different groups scattered, seemingly moving at cross purposes, although none collided with anyone else.Phillip stopped to pick a leaf off a plant and sniff it..