"I tried to catch your show the last time you was in Jackson," Peterson told him. "But it was all sold out and them scalpers was asking for like three...hundred bucks for a ticket. What you doin' here, Jake? You on tour? I heard you was doin' a tour in Europe." Yes," Jake said. "We've been on tour for the last few months. We're doing three shows here in Paris this week and then heading on to Marseille and then Zurich. Helen and I were just doing a little sightseeing." Well god-damn," Peterson. Even with Ken being a novice, she started moaning immediately, with passion and urgency to her voice. Electric pulses moved through her. She was more sensitive than she ever could recall being - certainly more so than her semi-weekly masturbation. She needed this, badly. She needed him to suck on her forever. She needed this release. She ground her hips against him with urgency, moaning his name and closing her eyes, surrendering herself to her base instincts and letting her body take over. A. Smack-smack-smack-smack—a rhythmic pounding of flesh on flesh commenced as he worked up a steady swaying of his girth back and forth inside of Cassie.“Mmm—mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm,” she moaned in time to his ministrations. Michel moaned, too. Nicolas’ forward-and-back movements served to drive Cassie’s mouth faster and deeper around his cock. Michel’s cockhead was now raking her palate and nearly hitting her throat. Michel’s own knees were feeling weak with the thrill of her mouth on his cock, and he. My free hand dared to travel where it had never gone before. I slid itfrom his chest down his belly, stopping to wriggle my thumb in his bellybutton, before moving further south, tenderly, eagerly anticipating thefirst moment when I would touch him.His cock.The tip was wet, and touched my palm.He moaned inside my mouth, while I tried to suck the tip of his tongueinto my throat.I'M TOUCHING ANOTHER MAN'S COCK!My fingers wrapped around him, as if it was my own. Billions of yearsof information.