“And what would those be?” she laughed quietly. They continued with Sam’s timing as Andy felt Julie shift and press her leg over his, her hem rising with the effort. She’d prepared it with sheets and blankets and all they had to do, she said, was unfold it. For his part Andy realized he was still hard, so after pausing for long seconds as his jets of cum entered Julie, resumed his thrusts into her with renewed vigor, pushing the hurricane closer and closer to her until suddenly she was engulfed by it, swept away in the overwhelming storm of her indescribable pleasure, her body shaking and wracked as the storm would bend and batter a palm tree. For reasons he couldn’t understand and had no time to consider, Andy was relieved that she hadn’t dressed up for the occasion, his memories of her sexy summer dresses of the weekend before clear in his mind. Upstairs Sam checked her watch; “30 minutes,” she thought, “I wonder how accurate my timing is,” and, overcome with curiosity, feeling her own tingling which had quickly become a roaring need, despite her attempt at musical distraction, she crept down the stairs, stealthy, and quietly drew an old kitchen chair near to the door.
