I've stared many times as his taut arse, even his cock. I have touched myself while watching him upstairs, the light out. And on one bonus, bonus occa...ion, I saw him masturbating in front of the mirror. Did he secretly know I was watching and masturbating too? I can't get enough of taring at his young, muscular body. I came watching him that night. When I was sucking my boyfriend's cock later that same night, I imagined his, hard and throbbing in my mouth. I imagined him straining his young. Here it was. He could feel it, and that he was coming! Here it was. His orgasm! It was coming! And yet, suddenly, her fist stopped in mid stroke and although she was holding his dick, it was too firm, too strong, too calculating, and she'd ceased her movement and very deliberately she was starving him of stimulus and encouragement, nailing the lid on his pleasure.Then she kissed him, and it was a long, lingering passionate kiss; a kiss of hunger and emotion, of craving and pain. Her hand was. She looks very sexy but you suggest that due to mosquitos and other stinging insects they may be better both wearing trousers and long sleeve shirts, they consider it but say they'll be fine so you take them out. You make good time getting to the ruin and explain a brief history of the jungle on the walk, you explain how there were hundreds of smaller tribes that united to topple the civilisation at the ruins and then over the next hundred years or so they fought each other eliminating most of. I swallowed as much as I could and managed to ketch him as he lost his footing and fell back, he was as out as if some one had punched him. I stuffed his penis back into his pants and wipe the dripping sperm off my chin. I lifted him and got him on my shoulders. I placed him in my back seat and drove to a nearby motel and got a room, I got him undressed and in bed. His penis was still erect and throbbing. I looked at him and decided '...what the heck...' I undressed and snuggled up against him.