The closer I got to his cock, the more it would jerk itself harder, if I eased off it would slowly head for his belly and as soon as I got near it aga...n it would stand to attention for me like a good little soldier!My mouth was dry, a lot more than can be said for my cunt! I was sopping wet and my musky smell was getting stronger by the minute. I reached for my glass and took a mouthful of the wine and held it in my mouth. I took Doug’s cock in my hand and pursed my lips on the head. I slowly. Rebecca was moaning from the sensations when she told me she wanted to taste my cock. I moved from pleasuring her to laying back on the couch. She knelt in front of me opened up my jeans pulled out my hard cock. She licked the moist pre cum from tip of my head then darted her tongue up, down and around the shaft. She tasted my hard shaft with her tongue over and over as I moaned. She stopped to lick the precum, then opened her lips and slid her mouth over my head and down my shaft. She sucked. We stay like this for a minute or more – me buried only an inch into you at a time, as my glans seems to expand to fill the swollen inside of your labia and the inner walls of you – and then you very, very gently lift your bottom up and back to force my cock to slide deeper into you very, very slowly – so slowly that it’s almost imperceptible – until at last I’m buried into you from behind and your bottom is slightly lifted in the air to accommodate me…. my tongue meanwhile caresses your. My mother had stared in some feature films before she discovered that there was more money and less hassle in writing and selling screenplays and helping produce films. They made a bundle. We lived in a large home on the hills outside Los Angeles. My father had moved out two years ago, just after I turned 16. He and my mother still collaborated, but now by phone, fax and e-mail. He was now living in New York and wintering in the south of France. I knew why he left but was puzzled by it. His.