Jon slowly surfaced from the most mind blowing sex he'd ever thought to have, even in his fantasies. Of course in those fantasies he wasn't the one being screwed, but gawd it was good! "Karyn, you need to get up now. You're getting heavy," Jon softly whispered into Karyn's neck as he lightly caressed her silky back and tight ass as she lay pressing him down into the bed while sleepily breathing into his ear.
Smiling contentedly, Jon increased his efforts to slowly rouse Karyn without startling her. Continuing to lazily caress her back with his hand, Jon began stroking Karyn's leg with his toes and the ball of his foot. Bending his leg upwards, Jon started at the base of Karyn's tight ass and slowly glided his foot down the back of her leg, over the back of her thigh, the fold of her knee and on down to the full extend of his toes at the base of Karyn's calf. Repeating this languid leg stroke several more times was enough for Karyn to begin to stir to his ministrations. So too was his own muddled thinking beginning to clear. That isn't right, is it? "Karyn wake ...," Jon started to say, this time in a clear voice instead of a whisper. "What's wrong with my voice? Karyn get up! Something is wrong!"
