I want to reach my hands under her and cup her breasts. I want to slide my finger down her ass crack to her pussy. I want to lift that ass and fuck it...hard. I want ... I want ... I want ... but, I have to be patient. She is not ready yet. I can tell.My massage ends at her scalp, working my fingers through her silky hair, stroking her head. I regretfully pull my hands off her. "Feel better, baby?"She sits up on the bed and leans in to kiss me gently on the lips. I kiss her back. It is a loving. This morning before he'd left for school, he'd promised Susan that there would be some motherfucking when he got home, and instead he'd gone and exhausted himself in an orgy with a bunch of cheerleaders. If there was one overarching guide for his behavior his entire life, it was to always do his best so he'd never disappoint his loving mother. But he tried to justify himself by the fact that sometimes his penis had its limits.He knew he could walk over and fondle her ass cheeks with his weary. She could delay the putting on of her clothes just a bit longer if she was brave enough to drive home to Cedarcrest still in the nude. She could get dressed then. That would give her another twenty minutes of naked freedom at least.Jennifer also knew about the many BSC girls who had become Absolutes – girls that would not wear a stitch of clothing on campus or off campus. The two female students she had met eighteen months ago in the cafeteria were girls that were doing just that. They were. He kept at it till I was used to his new rhythm. Then he began taking long fast strokes. Long hard thrust in, quickly pulling nearly all the way out. Over and over he did this. I bucked my hips to match him and he changed it up again. Short hard strokes back and forth, keeping himself lodged deep in my pussy, massaging my g-spot again and again. Ugh ugh ugh! He grunted wildly. My pussy contracted and clamped down as yet another orgasm hit. Oh fuck yea baby! Pound me! Oh oh OOOoooo!! His hard.