Today it looked bright red surrounded by pure white tulle. He had not seen her face in a while, barely remembered it, in fact. His dick was also to th... hilt inside her.“Thank you,” Stephanie replied. She didn’t actually say the words, more a throaty gluck, but Steven and Daniel had learned to understand her gags like the parents of a child using made-up words. They often had to translate for Stephanie’s fiancé since he didn’t spend nearly as much time with her as they did.“Are you. I moan, “Yes” as you slip a finger between the lips of my pussy and slowly flick your finger over my very swollen clit. I buck my hips up to meet your hand, trying to rub myself against your whole hand and not just that one finger. “Slow down babe!” you whisper into my ear. “We have all weekend”. I don’t pay attention to your whispers, I want you, it’s been so long, and I’ve watched you cum… Now it’s my turn! I know this sounds greedy, but we have all weekend to be slow and passionate, now I. "But Sandra! It's much too expensive. I can't possibly afford it!" Tut tut!" Sandra clucked. "It's my treat."But now, he looked horrible! The light brown suit that had looked so sharp was now rumpled and dirty. His stretch cotton blouse, chosen to generously hug his curves and accentuate his fake breasts, now felt sticky and damp. He resisted the temptation to scratch his chest where the under wire bra dug in cruelly. He desperately wanted to impress his new American hosts. "But how impressive. I stood there for a few moments, in silence, as I stroked his cock shaft; which, pleasing me very much, began to grow thicker, and more erect!It never ceased to amaze me how even diehard heterosexual guys (even generally homophobic guys) enjoyed having another guy at least fondle their cocks for a while! It had nothing to do with them being gay, either! What it had to do with was the simple, automatic physical response to touch; any touch! I'd sucked off so many 'straight' guys in my life, that.