He reaches down, and plays with my clit. He works it just as gentle as his mouth is on my nipples. He is so soft, so sweet, tender, and loving. It’s...exactly what I need at this very moment. He takes his time, he doesn't rush. He has no need to. All he wants is to please me, and I allow myself to be willed by his lust for me. He is needy, but so slow. I love it. I feel him roll more on top of me, though lost in his pleasure. He parts my legs; still his mouth works my nipples. He is sucking on. Janey didn't disappoint. It was easy to simply step aside, turn, and watch her go face first into the mud. As she got up, I backed away, into the corner from which she came. She charged three more times, about every twenty seconds or so. I did nothing but step aside, watch Janey slide to a stop in the mud, and back into the corner from which she launched her charge. That bought me a little more rest, but I knew I couldn't keep doing that. Each time she missed me, the laughter got louder, and. And Kate Shaw was just wearing a dress and a pair of shoes. It was even easier to remove her shoes. And Jack saw a woman naked, right in front of him, for the first time in his young life. It was even better than in pictures and videos.She went to bed and opened her legs. Completely naked."Come here, Jack. Cover my body with yours, I'm cold. Suck my tits! Fuck my pussy."Oh, my God, he was going to fuck! He was! Finally! At last! He was going to fuck! He was a real man! Wow! He started to take. I was very good at imagination, so this helped me as I imagined and described, she kept visualizing the same.So, it went on and on. I suddenly said to her, “you are riding. I’m behind you and it started raining and you are wearing hot pants and spaghetti top”. She didn’t say anything I said stop the bike under that tree, this rain won’t stop now. She said ok and I grabbed this opportunity to introduce the erotic part of imagination. I continued narrating my imagination to her,I- I’m sitting.