I close my eyes. The work of your mesmerizing gaze is done. It is no longer necessary.We stand in the middle of the room. Lips and tongues entwined. Y...u slowly start to let go the embrace of mouth and body. Your hands glide across my arms, down, until they reach my hands. As you take my hands you tell me "You've lost control of your body, John. But your senses are still intact". I let you guide my hands as if they are no longer mine. They are now an extension of your will, to be used as you see. I touched his bare thigh with my left hand and said, “I bet you want me to suck on your peter.”“Carly, I said you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”“Yes but you want me to.”“How could I not.”“Go take a shower. Get all cleaned up. When you come to my room I will try. Okay?”“Shower? Your room…” he mumbled. He stood and said, “Okay.” He left the kitchen. He moved almost in slow motion. I think he had resigned himself to never getting a blow job. Now that I had raised his. The jingling stopped and I resigned myself to my fate. Just as I thought Todd must appear in the hallway, Jay reached out and swung the door shut, sealing us into his apartment.I was letting out a sigh of relief when Jay redoubled his assault on my boypussy. I heard Todd's footsteps on the hardwood floor pass along in front of Jay's door, and managed to keep my mouth clamped closed, but worried that just the squelching sound of Jay's pounding cock and his panting breath would carry through the. She was absolutely fascinated by it and couldn’t tear her eyes away from it. ‘Can I touch it?’ she asked in a low voice. ‘Touch what?’ Stanley said. Very slowly a pair of hazel eyes rose above a pair of clenched knees. Stanley turned to look at Tina and winked. She giggled quietly. ‘Touch what?’ Stanley repeated. ‘Can I touch your cock?’ she kept her eyes riveted to his meat and added, ‘Please?’ Stanley bent down to cup his hand under her chin. Gently and slowly he raised her head until their.