His nipples and his asshole and his toes all buzzed simultaneously. Amber's strokes became longer and faster. With her other hand, she tickled his b...lls.Steve broke down. He made a noise that sounded something like "Nnnnnngchhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaachhhhhhh." Then he began crying out. The sperm sprayed out like an out-of-control fire hose. Amber had been pointing for the toilet, but she decided to let him spurt wildly. Make it as memorable as possible for him, she thought to herself. Semen. "Always the practical accountant, balancing costs and benefits," she thought to herself wryly. She looked at Charles. He seemed unthreatening. "That would be nice -- but only if I pay for lunch." Best not to be too indebted to him."That's a deal," he answered. "I have a jeep parked at the ferry landing and my house is only a short distance. Let's go." It was late afternoon when they left the restaurant and walked to the jeep, Maggie weaving a bit from the effects of several beers. Charles drove. “I seem to be at a disadvantage. You obviously know me, but I don’t know who this is,” I said, playing the game. “Oh…I think you do. You’re such a bad girl,” he countered. “Why is that?” I asked. “Only a bad girl would play with her pussy, while spying on me. Not to mention, what you did in the park,” his silky voice teased. “So…I did get busted,” I laughed. “I would say you did, such a naughty, little slut. I should come over there and spank you,” he said, voice husky. “What’s stopping. As they are familiar with each other, she gently leans back into him, to be more comfortable, whilst watching the screen. He lifts his arm to give her more space and lets it loosely fall over her shoulder, whilst his other arm encircles her waist. This continues in comfort and quiet for a time, until she realises that his hand is gradually stroking her stomach, sending shivers up her spine. However, she ignores it as a friendly gesture, but her breathing becomes faster. Slowly, his hand moves.