Timmy put his hand around it and stroked it. Then he moved around in front of me where I was sitting on the ground. I l looked up at his hard cock, ...im stroking it up and down, his balls and the bit of fur. Timmy smiled down at me and asked, “Do you want to touch it?” I hesitated for about a minute. All the alarms went off in my head to say no. But then I nodded my head yes. I reached up with my hand to touch his cock and he grabbed my hand and placed it around his cock, his hand on top. The first time I did that he just grunted his appreciation. After a few more times he started chanting "Sweet pussy, sweet pussy!" Then he'd go back to pounding. I alternated so that it felt better for me, staying with my head pressed against the mattress, or presenting him the "ski slope". About five times he would stop and take a break to keep from coming. The pauses were getting longer and the pounding were getting shorter, so I knew he was soon going to go past the point of no return.He was. At times I also got a hint that she also had a soft corner for me. An opportunity soon came our way to find out if it is true. Her husband was out of station for a couple of days. My wife had gone to visit her sister and was due to return the next day. Jane’s daughter was spending the weekend with her friends. It was afternoon when Jane called for me from across the fence and asked if we had electricity. I confirmed that is was so. ‘Our house does not have electricity. Could you come and check. But she only comes down here with that brute Paul. How do we trick her into coming down alone?That's where double agent Kitty comes in, giggled Jessica.She explained her idea that was for me to imitate Sandra's kitten and pretend to run into the cellar. Sandra would follow, we lead her into a cage, incapacitate her and lock her in. We go and hide, sometime later the people upstairs go looking for Sandra and race off after us, then we escape. I congratulated her on her ingenuity. It would be a.