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I loved that. She seemed to realize her nipples were aroused too, and didn't mind it that I knew. I loved that.At one point, I asked Gina if she'd ever fucked another man besides her husband. She laughed very sexily and said that would be for me to find out -- that she "never fucked and told". I knew from her answer that the answer must be "Yes" and I wondered then if it was possible for me to take my sexy fantasy into something much more closely resembling reality. I decided to try a really obscure approach and see if Gina would take my bait. "Hey, Gina, have you ever been on a tour of this house?" I asked. She immediately replied, "Yes, I've been her a couple of times, do you want me to show you around?" And without waiting for my response, Gina took my hand and started leading me from where we'd been talking down to a nearby stairway that led up to the floor where the bedrooms where predominantly located.I could feel my cock growing so hard and so thick as I felt Gina's soft hand. .. Really, really good...” Her shaft stiffened and relaxed as she worked muscles in her pelvis.While fondling her left breast Logan realized her heart was beginning to pound, as he could feel its beats through her flesh. “You’re getting wet,” he said. “You’re soaking the fabric.”“Yeah? You’re making a wet spot, too.”Her lips parted and she began to pant softly. “Don’t stop, don’t change it,” she panted. “I’m almost there ... Logan ... Logan — I’m gonna come...”Alex drew in a breath, closed her eyes and then groaned. Milky ejaculate spurted from her phallus making large, damp stains on her gown. She closed her eyes, drew in a breath and the corners of her mouth turned up in a satisfied smile. Reaching for Logan’s hand she grasped it and squeezed it. “That was really wonderful,” she said. “The tension built slowly and it made for a stronger climax. I knew I was going to come but I didn’t know when. It snuck up on me.”“A Sneaky-Pete orgasm,” Logan mused. “We made a mess of this.
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