.” she said amazed. She wrapped her hand around my fully exposed dick and gently groped my balls. “Kyle, have you ever jerked off?” She asked.I ...odded. “I have today 4 times. But my balls are still heavy.”She gasped and said “You must need some major relief.”She then started sucking my dick. She moved her tongue over the tip and I couldn't help but moan as I felt pressure build in my balls. She couldn't get very far but it felt amazing. In the distance I seemed to hear a car door close but I. My cock is being stroked expertly, with the hand running along the length, resting at the end where it tickles the already over-sensitive head before running back down the shaft. It gently lifts my balls as though feeling the weight and a finger slides behind between my legs and then slowly the hand moves back to my cock to stroke the length. The pressure is just right, not too hard but just enough to move the skin and excite the nerves. I can’t take much more of this and my cock is already. ” He seemed to be really pleased and somehow he had expected my call. We had lunch the next Saturday at a steakhouse in the city center.This day I made myself pretty and put on some red make-up and marked on my lips deeply in the red. Finally, I put on my skintight black leather pants. In front of the restaurant, he greeted me with a kiss. Then we went in holding hands. We sat down at a nice seat by the window. The waiter came over immediately and lit the candle. Immediately a romantic mood. Then, he grasped the brim of her hat, lifted from her and set it on a side table. They embraced and kissed. He held her tightly and she rested her face on his shoulder. He pressed his lips to the top of her head.“What are you doing?” she asked. “Are you trying to give me a hickey there?”“I’m inhaling your scent and tasting your skin,” he replied. Then he began covering her scalp with kisses.“Hey — I told you not to do that. You’re kissing the part of me I hate most.”“That is why I’m kissing you.