The sweet pearls of your nectar spurting forth, much like a fountain as it fills me to capacity. The remainders of your last drops flowing out and ove... me, the remnants slowly dripping down my inner thighs. And then you look down, as if in slow motion, I reap the benefits of your gift. You watch my fingers bringing our mixed juices out of my pussy to the lips of my mouth.My last reply before our meeting:AngelThis is a fantasy of mine, but with you as the context, that may also be. . one over each nipple, with much of her large breasts still showing. The bottoms were just another couple of fabric swatches... one over her pubic mound and the other one barely covering her tight bottom. Her firm cheeks were clearly visible, especially as she moved and the bottoms rode up.Mike watched them from the distance, his gaze hidden behind his mirrored sunglasses. He saw men of all ages walk by and notice the two pretty ladies taking care of the little girl in the water. He saw some. I'm very thin and as I looked down I was pretty sure I could see his cock bulging through my tummy. At that point I was screaming at the top of my lungs, muffled slightly, but certainly not entirely, by my panties. Kyle was mostly silent, only breathing heavily and grunting softly on occasion. He picked up speed, reaching down to give one of my tits a squeeze, then pinching my swollen nipple. I was being stimulated on pretty much every one of my biggest hotspots. I looked up to watch Kyle. "I don't know. There's so damn much that was pretty well in place that isn't any more that I just can't say. Were you planning on going up to Cooper Hill again this winter? The last time I talked to you it didn't seem like you were." Don't know," he said. "It depends on whether I can work as a boatman this fall. Otherwise, I'll have to do something just for money to live on. Cooper Hill is OK, but I could stand warm, too. Got any ideas?" I don't know," she told him. "We've got that sailing trip.