You reach down.. lifting my skirt ..hands caressing each thigh.. Painfully slow..your hands slip upward..making my skin tingle. You grasp my ass cheek... firmly.. molding my body to yours... Pulling me close.. kissing me deeply.. heated passion's mingle. Feeling your swollen cock pressed against me... Against my heat.. eager.. hard... so hard... ready to please. As your hands caress my body... so much I want... My need.. trembling.. craving ... and still we hold back.. tease. Chest to chest... "No, Sweetpea, not yet. Cum for me and we can leave," Mark whispered, as his finger slid in and out of her and his thumb rested on her clit. Under his spell, Helen gave into the sensations and closed her eyes. He pushed two fingers deep inside, bent them, easily finding her g-spot, and firmly rubbed. Her body grew tense as her breathing became laboured. Almost totally overwhelmed, she felt cool fingers gently pinching her nipple. Oh, that was too much; she couldn't hold back as the orgasm. Locking her knees tight he drove home his advantage with power and passion as they reached a meteoric climax. As he sat in the shallows with the water at his waist, Roxy sat across his waist, her arm around his neck, kissing him with affection and tenderness. ‘Your wonderful,’ she said with affection. ‘So are you,’ he replied. ‘I’m having such an amazing time.’ ‘So am I.’ he agreed, his time with Christelle now a distant memory. ‘Will I get some champagne?’ ‘Please.’ She slid off his lap and he. "Restore my brother to peace and happiness," whispered Julie to Monte Cristo. And the count pressed her hand in reply, as he had done eleven years before on the staircase leading to Morrel's study."You still confide, then, in Sinbad the Sailor?" asked he, smiling."Oh, yes," was the ready answer."Well, then, sleep in peace, and put your trust in heaven." As we have before said, the postchaise was waiting; four powerful horses were already pawing the ground with impatience, while Ali, apparently.