He lets out a soft murmur. I move my arm down and embrace his stomach and chest. I pull him tight to me. My breasts against his back. He is awake now,...and he can feel my new cock pressing against his ass cheeks. ‘What, honey?’ he stammers out. ‘Shush,’ I say. ‘Stay still. Just relax.’ I reach down lower with my hand and find his cock. I just hold it, no stroking. As I cradle it, it grows in my hand, and I continue to nibble on his earlobe. In less than a minute, he is as hard as he was last. Her long, wavy dark hair cascades down her back, which is clad in a very tight white sweater. Her ample breasts seem to stick out more than usual. You're careful not to stare for too long, or else something else might be sticking out more than usual. Her lower body is smothered by a pair of black "ass pants" as you call them. The type of pants that are so popular with the girls these days. Tight as tight can be, with the zipper going down the center of the ass. You loved the "ass pants" because. “Can’t we rest,” I asked, completely convinced I couldn’t get it up for at least a few hours. Her answer was to grab me and throw me on top of herself. Without a word she grabbed my cock and massaged it back to life, her tongue licking her lips in hunger. “I need you,” she said. “The heat’s still there. It’s burning me up.” My cock stiffened up and quaked with renewed vigor, and I sighed to myself. I was dripping buckets of sweat, some of those salty droplets drizzled onto her heaving stomach.. Nothing could be more inappropriate in this situation, besides the risk for being noticed in the action. Taking the call from darkness seriously and heading there my tip of finger sets a noticeable but not offensive little pressure to the opening. Nothing happens more than that the muscle advances back; the rich softness of your behind is pleasure and difficulty combined. I try a few more times and it softly moves back every time. Enjoying every moment and move of how we now become acquainted I.