Jayne was drifting in a balloon over Galway bay, dancing on clouds, riding a dolphin, drifting through space, lost in an intense world of John’s throbbing pistoning cock and the tricks her mind was playing. XXX John’s fingers explored her first, “For heavens sake she’s on fire Shell, what have you been doing?” he asked. Shelly helped pull the pins and helped John to adjust the whipping rail in its A frames until the height was perfect and then he gently made Jayne bend right over the rail, she thoughtb she might fall forward but then reassuringly she felt John move up behind her, she sensed him, sensed his warmth, sensed his smart business suit where he was bare legged, sensed his rugged masculinity, and sensed his utter contempt for her. “That new strapon where you pump it up?”
“Yes, the seventy seven ninety nine one,” Shelly said, “And the reservoir fits,”
“Don’t be crude dear,” Miss Cathcart
