Fill me. Let me feel you fill me,” she sang.“Are you writing beat poetry?” I laughed. We moved together, enjoying sliding in and out as we kisse... and fondled.“I have an inspiration in me. I love you, Jacob.”“Yes,” I hissed. “I will always love you.” We were too focused on each other and making love to continue our conversation. Sometimes, making love to Donna was a long conversation simply punctuated with orgasms. This night, we were focused on each other’s pleasure and conversation came in. Dang! I could blow this whole thing if i make even the slightest of wrong moves.Quickly but very carefully I turn and lai on my back. Nothing. I then proseed to almost snatch my shorts down, in hopes of not loosing my erection. Who am i kidding? This is way too arrousing to loose a hard-on.I spoke too soon. Christina had flopped back my way before i could get my shorts to my knees. Aaaarrg! No!, I am not giving up! No! So I scooched up real close and pushed the top of her flailed body. Sorry for being sarcastic at the beginning of my story but its the truth. Male and Female readers of this story know this fact. This reason, this very big reason is the force that compelled me to do what i m about to narrate in this story. Yea ask your self, you get 3 – 4 stories from different females every week here on ISS. Now making an assumption what do you think, how many females are there craving for incest, group or lesbian sex?This question compelled me to write a story on ISS. Wesley. It's always a pleasure to drive for you. I hope you and your lady friend have a merry Christmas!"I reached in my pocket and pulled our five C-notes and pressed them in his hand. He looked down at them, then back at me. "I can't take these, Mr. Wesley!I cut him off and pulled my hand away, leaving the cash in his. "Jeff, buy you and your family something nice for the holiday. Merry Christmas, my friend!"Merry Christmas to you as well, Mr. Wesley!" With that, he literally hopped around to.