"Ooh," she sighed, her head rolling back slightly as the hand that'd been on his arm dropped onto his thigh, her fingers scratching at his pajamas. Ho...ding his fingers squeezing gently, he swiped his thumb back and forth across her swollen nipples several times. He traced their edges . . . pressed at them. Then he slid his hands atop her mounds to flatten the engorged buds under his palms as his fingers molded and plied. Shifting his hands again he took each nipple between a thumb and. .." He stopped for a moment, composed his thoughts, andstarted to speak again, unsure of what to say to his boyfriend.While Rob wrestled with the disturbing question of giving up his manhood,Jake sat and waited for Rob to finish his sentence.Rob rescued the awkwardness of the situation when he went into full Robmood, and put Jake on the defensive. "Jake do you really like my dress?Tell me the truth, does it make me look heavy, because I have been tryingto lose a few pounds."The seconds ticked. I felt his muscled arms threw his shirt, god he was fit, and then some. He pulled me tight against him. I felt his erect cock through his trousers, then the music ended. Reluctantly I moved away from him. “Have you seen Marta,” I asked him. “Marta, yeah, she’s upstairs.”I took another drink, and walked up the stairs. There was more music, and still more rooms. At the back of the house was another huge room, the music was even louder here, I walked in and saw Marta. She was dancing with a. Turning him around, she knelt on the bed and drew Jason after her by his lips and cock."Come in me," she begged. "I need to feel you."Jason struggled with his worries and her demand. "I will, but I don't want to hurt you."She sighed and fell back against the pillows, her knees drawing up as she reached down to touch herself. The ring on her left hand glittered as the fireworks flashed. "I can't believe all you've done for me. Let me do this for you." But I want this for you, too," he grinned as.