Sam looked up curiously at Irene as she seemed to be intensely observing him as their orgasms eased.  His groin felt wonderfully wet as Irene had cum hard and her juices had flowed freely out of her cunt down onto him.  His ass crack had never experienced anything like her wetness trickling down through it before . . . but then he’d never been so thoroughly and well fucked.<br/><br/>Even as they’d both cum, and their breathing returned to normalcy, they kept up their fucking until he wasn’t stiff enough any longer to remain in her.  Sam was fascinated with her swaying breasts as she moved against him.  One hand cupped her tits, moving back and forth between them.  The other hand stroked her thighs and her ass as his eyes remained focused on her face.  He grinned as their eyes met.  Sam moved his hand from her to thigh to her smooth ‘V’ between her thighs.  The way she was smooth and her hood was so obvious was very arousing for him. His left thumb gently rubbed her clit and he rolled her nipple to hardness between his finger and thumb of his right hand.<br/><br/>When Sam could no longer remain inside her, he sighed and forced himself up to sit with his arms around her neck.  His mouth found hers for a languidly deep kiss with lots a tongue probing and mutual play.  Her tits felt warm and soft against his chest.  He moaned his pleasure at having her in his arms.  Sam had a warm feeling for how good she felt there . . . and natural.  When the kiss was broken Sam spent a few moments simply looking at her.<br/><br/>“God you’re beautiful Irene.  So my dear . . . what is it that you’re thinking?  You look like you might be miles off in thought . . . but you look happy . . . am I right?  I very much like that look on your face.  Irene O’Rourke I really liked that last time . . . it was very nice lovemaking and felt very good when we both seemed to linger to keep it going.”<br/><br/>