the looks of wonder , of abandonment , of hesitation ... from those which marveled at the sight of her breasts , those who clamped shut with the pulsating squeeze of her cunnyespecially , the ones which were bright-eyed , almost weepy at the instant of post-climax , with orbs celestial , dying yet in their flame-out , expressing , offering up , setting free hymns of gratitude , odes of thanks-giving , skips and hops of joy !