Then his finger found the rising bud of her tit, and he began to roll it, slowly and with a careful pressure.

"Ohhhhh, ohhhh, God," Lorna moaned, twisting her head from side to side. She grabbed at the sheet and at him. His head returned to mouth her nipple while he continued the clever, taunting manipulation of her clit.

The long finger slid slowly, wiggling a little, into the hot, yielding folds, of her sensitive cunt. She sighed. Her hand dropped to his head. The fingers toyed in his hair. Her hips lurched and heaved up to the hard unflexing finger that gently teased inside her cunt. Its manipulations creased a wild, juicy turbulence in her, bringing wordless grunts and squeals from her parted lips. Her thighs and belly rippled. Constant waves of arousal rippled through her.

"Oh, Jerry, what are you going to do?" she gasped.

"It's what you're gonna do, baby," he growled, the fingers of his free hand gripping her thick, black hair.

Suddenly, her glistening lips were on his cockhead. She twisted her head, offering a halfhearted protest.

But the vision of his youthful wife's head going down on his cock filled Jerry's mind with insane desire. The thought of her beautiful sweet mouth slipping down over the full length of his stiff meat was agonizing.

With a loud growl, he forced her face down to his lap. He abandoned her cunt with his other hand and used it to grip and guide his pulsing cock.

"Suck it!" he commanded again, steering the swelling, blood-filled cockhead to her parted lips.

Lorna groaned, half in protest and half in desire. Her hands replaced his around the base of his prick meat. Her tongue flicked out, hotly laying the bouncing cockhead.

His hips bucked. Her lips parted around the prick and a few drops of fluid spurted onto her tongue. The taste inflamed her desire. She made an O of her mouth and rolled her eyes up at him. She dropped one hand to his balls, cupped them, and drew the bulbous head of his cock into the moist warmth of her beautiful mouth.