For periods of about 20 seconds..it's these jabbing strokes that make me cum ..even though my tiny pointless cock us far from hard I still spurt cum u... into the air a little then back over my cock ..with my free hand I push it all over my balls and into and around my already wet and sloppy cunt.. So that was a very satisfying solo time in the cubicle..however last Wednesday. .my first visit to this particular cottage was far from a solo event..in fact I couldn't put a number on the amount of. I tried to make a joke and ask her how she liked her eggs, scrambled or fertalized? She said she didnt feel like eggs and I shook my head and walked back to my room. After hearing the shower turn on. I figured I had a few minutes and began to relive what had happened, and maybe rub one out while I could. Then Peggy starts screaming about a bug or a spider in the shower. I tried ignoring her but then she opened the door and yelled even louder, calling me in to kill it. So I walked over, and she. I picked up my brandy and sipped it deep in thought while Carmen slowly began to make coffee. When she had assembled four small cups and the coffee pot on a tray, she turned to me and whispered. “You can carry this through to the lounge but go quietly. If things are going well, I don’t want to put him off. He’s still young and might not have the confidence to make love to an older woman. He doesn’t know what a pushover your sweet wife actually is.” She opened the door and we crossed the hallway. So he stopped pulling at the sheets, and simply picked up his pillow, and went back across the hallway to Isolde’s bedroom. He didn’t know exactly what he expected when he walked into the doorway, but what he hadn’t counted on was the musky smell of recent sex that permeated the room. He had a momentary pang of jealousy, but it left quickly, and he felt his penis beginning to swell slightly. Isolde looked at him and said, “Looks like you’re thinking with the wrong head again, Dear,” and then.