While she massaged my limbs I rested my head on the inflated rubbed edge of the pool and relaxed.While she massaged my limbs I rested my head on the inflated rubbed edge of the pool and relaxed. Surprisingly her attitude seemed to have changed. She no longed minded my erection when she cleaned that part of my body. The only thing she said about it was that she had plans. I was too far gone to take much notice. Cleaning my buttocks she ran her soapy fingers down my crack then gently rubbed a fingertip back and forth over the entrance to my passage. Relaxed as I was it slipped right in. Bushwacked! I recon she must have had some sort of fixation. Pushing her finger further in then bending it round she started massaging me from the inside. Then, when my Nelson's column was sufficiently at attention, she straddled my body and lowered herself down. Hooking the crotch of her suit to one side she rubbed at herself for a bit with the hose, then lowered herself and inch at a time. My poor prick felt like a wolf in a storm, creeping into an apparently welcoming fire lit cave, but still unsure of his reception. Finally managing to sit down, hugging my animal better than any fur coat, she started to rock back and forth. I started to get twitches from the soap left inside me by her fingers and bucked up and down for a bit. Losing her grim expression, Angela started to wave her arm around like a cowgirl in a rodeo, thashing every which way and twisting her hips, daring me to throw her. |