It’s not long before my mind returns to my own experience. The tool between my legs is steadily moving me closer to the edge. Oh, yes… This fee...s so good. The vibration in my seat mixes sensually with my fantasies, and the sight of Harry’s face brings me to the edge. I squeeze her hand and look at her, imagining her pussy grinding against my mouth in time to the rhythm at which I’m being fucked. This is it. I’m there. Here. Wherever.Harry can see it on my face, and she begins as well. . Her hand went to work on my flies and slowly pulled out my semi hard cock and deliciously rubbed pre-cum up and down and around the top. Wow, it felt fantastic- a state of almost continuous orgasm but without coming. ‘How do you do that?’ Well, when I start to get ‘warm’ – as I am now — she said, it’s too easy to cum. So I found that by rubbing around the pee hole in my clit, it extends the orgasm. I’ll show you’. Once again , s he sat right back into the settee, hitched up her skirt, spread. Greedy Gretchen wants to be the center of attention. It's not at all surprising that your exhibitionist tendencies came out last night. Everything you've done in your entire life screams 'Look at me! Look at me! Look at Greedy Gretchen!'"I... I don't... I mean, I didn't mean to... I mean, I just... I... I don't know! I don't know why I... I..."She couldn't think. She was overcome by confusing, conflicting emotions."You'll never be happy, Gretchen, until you embrace your true self," the. "Okay."He retrieved the cola bottle from her fridge and mixed it with more rum. She sipped from hers. "I'm feeling it," she said."Feel good?" Mmm ... Nice." She approached him and began unbuttoning his shirt. Ren slipped it from his shoulders, then slipped off his jeans and stood before her in his briefs. She stepped out of her skirt and stood before him in hers.Ren scanned her long, robust legs. Her thighs were like her calves -- muscular but nicely formed. Her whole body was a near perfect.