She texted him one photo of her hand, diamonds gleaming, wrapped around the base of my extremely erect cock, texting, “More to follow” and then pu... her phone away, grinning broadly. “That’s going to have him going crazy. You’re a little larger than him and that shot exaggerates it even more; he’ll absolutely love it!”“Yeah?”“Oh yes; that’s one of his kinks that we play with, a more generously endowed ‘other man’, but this will be the first time it’s gone past the fantasy stage.”“Well, you know…. In contrast, she was a fluent talker, liberally sprinkling English words in her conversation. She had well developed social graces and chatted effortlessly with us. I guess I had always been in awe of her & now, this new Swati almost seemed like a creature from another planet. She spent some time trying to draw me out of my shell and occasionally ribbed me and pulled my leg when I became even more solemn & withdrawn. At one point her mother gently admonished her and asked her to leave me alone.. ? Her comment meant to cut cruelly and hit themark square on the head. She pulled her finger free, wiping any of theslick oil that still coated his insides across his chest and then in hishair. ?So go take a shower. I have some products I want you to use.? Sheopened the bag she had carried in from the living room. ?First use thisall over your skin, neck down. Don?t get any in your eyes or in yourhair.?Tuck looked at her, questioning her instructions, trying to see if thebottle had any other. He could feel his erection against the lace panties. His cock moved against the material, rubbing against his skin. He was hard checking in, hard going up the elevator and now, finally, had some privacy. Scot looked in the mirror and he liked what he saw. Red lace thong, just enough coverage in front, although not really enough with a hard on. His erect dick was peeking out the top of the lace, an erotic look. He grabbed his balls through the delicate lace. The feeling of the lace against his.