They were buffeted by other dancers, he felt fingers on his balls as someone reached to touch and fondle. Soon she regained her strength and...lifted herself off him. On the floor again she gyrated in front of him with her skirt lifted high to show him her wet, swollen pussy, her breasts, still outside of her tank top, rippled and bounced as she moved. She danced towards him to touch his balls and stroke his cock. From behind she reached, and held his balls as her other hand pumped his. I have no idea how long it lasted – hours, maybe – butmy next memory is of floating, my breathing stillragged, and becoming aware that the flower’s organ wasnow thrusting methodically in and out of me. I think itmust have waited until I had nearly regainedconsciousness to start simulating me again. That ribbedshaft was certainly doing the trick. My pussy, sopping with my juices, squished loudly witheach stroke. Just before I started to come again, theorgan stopped and I felt. I quickly felt for his prostate in order to begin the procedure. Once I had my fingers embedded in his anus, firmly nestled on his prostate and he hadn’t ejaculated, I knew it was going to be a success. Feeling his swollen filled gland, I pressed down on it very hard, enough to cause a combination of pain and arousal. His cock jerked from the pressure and dribbled a little more pre-cum. Most people don’t understand the male sex organs. The prostate produces the seminal fluid in the ejaculation,. Clarice was uncertain how to start. She had so many questions, new feelings. It was hard for her to put a good question together.She leaned forward and quietly said, “Did you know that Native Americans kiss each other's...” Richard smiled and shook his head, “Yes. Kissing is a sign of affection around the world.” Shaking her head to emphasize her statements. Clarice had to fight her shyness, she continued, “No! I mean they kiss each other's privates.” Richard's face went pale and he was stunned.