His hindquarters were taut and trembling, his hindlegs braced on the floor, and his mighty cock, fully erect now, loomed out in a meaty tower over Car...line's belly. His tongue was hanging out. Cuntjuice dripped from the tip.Caroline stared at the head of his prick. His cock had come squeezing out from the fat, hairy sheath, his foreskin drawn tightly back so that the prick-knob flared. That big slab of cock was bright red, almost glowing like a lightbulb. The tip was gaping open and she could. All this time his hands were sending shivers up and down my spine, at first simply holding me steady, then moving slowly up and down my back, gradually slipping lower, down over the curve of by arse, then suddenly moving still lower, getting his hands under my skirt – gliding over the backs of my thighs, cupping and squeezing my arse-cheeks, spreading them so that his fingers could burrow deep into the cleft between them. The blissful combination of what his mouth, lips, tongue and hands were. "Still, I didn't relent, but she was just bluffing about getting up with me attached to her, because in a moment she tried a different tactic. She started tickling me on the tender skin of my sides. I yelped and jumped, eventually forced to let her go to try to get away, but she wasn't finished. She captured me. Sitting atop my hips, she caught both of my wrists and pinned then above my head with one hand, stretching me out and making vulnerable the target area. With her free hand she ran. This is the quilt, back from the cleaners. They were able to salvage it.”“Tell me how much and I’ll reimburse you,” she said.“Forget it. Bathroom’s over here.” He gestured toward his sofa. “Step into my parlor and make yourself comfortable.”She approached his wall of artifacts. “Is this the blowgun you mentioned?”“Yes it is.”“The one I was teasing you with?”“The very same.”“God, I must’ve been out of control. It’s an eerie sensation hearing about your behavior when you can’t remember it.”Martin.