The Spiritual Poetess. The Romantic Psalmist.The Queen of Cuties. John Gallivan’s soul mate.The Head Goddess of his heart.The Divine Ruler of his so...l.The Governess of his masculine spirit,And the Author of his manly brawn.We are here to poeticize this message of risqué love to you my dear.We love to sensually pleasure feminine beauties.We erotically bring them to new sexual heights with our lessons.We take them to new places with our divine romance, And we rapture them most indeed from the. “Don’t worry,” consoled Mike, giving my cock a nice squeeze, “I put most of my money in my bag anyway, so he’s barely got anything in that wallet.”We were pretty close to the swimming pool by then and I purposely stopped wanking Mike off. “This is fucking awkward.”“I know, but it would be boring if we just walked all the way.” Mike smirked, “The audience will fall asleep.”“We’re here anyway, so never mind.”The lifeguard who Mike had previously had dealings with was there, cleaning the pool out.. She is now more or less sitting on Tim’s cock. She whispers to him to grab the lube, which he does, and covers her vagina hole and his cock. Abbie slides down on Tim’s throbbing cock, feeling him fill her so. Both let out a mutual moan. Abbie’s hand moving from Tim’s shoulders to the headboard slats for support bounce up and down on Tim with total abandonment.Abbie’s large clit and labia are banging against Tim’s mons and stomach. His balls are hitting Abbie’s ass cheeks in much the same. He handed me some garments and told me to get ready in the bathroom andpointed in that direction. The bathroom was large and plush and once inthere I looked more closely at the garments. They included a pantygirdle which I pulled up and having pushed my penis back, in a way I wasquite practiced at I pulled the garment up to hold it there. I pushedmy balls up into their cavities and looped my arms through the straps.The girdle was tight and pulled my waist in from its natural 32 to about29". .