You carry on playing, enjoying the sensation developing between your legs.You move your legs, pushing your thighs together slightly, so they slightly ...ress against your pussy....'hmmm' , you say to yourself inside your head....with that thought, you head off to the toilets....only one thing on your mind....When you reach the cubicle, you lift yourself up and remove your damp knickers, your very damp knickers.....you rub one of your fingers against your hard clit making your shudder...in small. He liked the change. It was a nice contrast to their usual attire. He relaxed in his chair.When Cynthia crossed her ankles, he noticed her legs. He wondered if she was wearing real stockings. He shook his head to clear his mind of those kinds of thoughts. Sally said, “The month is almost over.”“I know,” Sid said.“Sally was just reminding me of the things that were happening on Earth when we left. It is amazing the kinds of details you forget after six weeks,” Cynthia said.Nodding his head, Sid. And the fact that it's uncut is also intoxicating to me. I love an uncut cock. Always have. Always will. The mystique of an uncut cock is something that's always gotten myattention. I've been fascinated with my own uncut cock for all my life. I've had cutcocks before but they just don't compare with an uncut one. The feel of the foreskinagainst my tongue, as I suck it into my mouth for the first time, can almost get me offwithout using my hands. Leaning forward again I finally take that. .." I was attacked at that moment and had little chance of finishing the speech I'd also been practicing for the past week.Irene could make her vaginal muscles do handstands, back flips, and the horizontal bars; but that was a very poor reason to marry someone. Except, these exercises she did for him. She didn't get a damned thing out them, herself. Damian was discovering that love was putting someone else before anything you would possibly do for yourself. Her priority was him, then her.