My breathing quickened as he continued to move his hand. My heart beat was speeding up and I looked down and watched him for a minute before I noticed...a wet spot on the panties. Grabbing his hand I told Mr Davis, I think I have to pee. He moved his hand away, then said you're alright and went back to stroking my dick. I asked, what it was. He kissed my cheek and said, it's called precum. Looking to him he seen the puzzled look on my face. Your body is responding to the movement on your dick. Is. ‘How are you feeling?’ he asks me. ‘Sore,’ I tell him and I think to myself now that’s a stupid question. He smiles ‘but that was a stupid question, wasn’t it? Of course you are sore.’ He walks over to the bed holding an ornate goblet in his hand. ‘You need to drink this. It will make you feel better.’ ‘Where am I, what happened, and who are you?’ Even my eyelids are in pain probably in sympathy with the rest of my body, and I close them, resting, as I wait for his reply. He sits on the edge. Our time on the beach was just a teaser for you and you can't get the idea out of your head. Loving to see you so excited I am happy to oblige. I tell you need to wear a skirt and no panties. Finding a park bench we sit down and start kissing. You unzip my fly to find me hard already and climb ontop of my lap you cover my exposed cock. You rub the head of my member with your pussy teasing the both of us. Normally I would end this stalemate but I have to contain myself in case anyone should see. "We grew up in the industry. Dorian's mother is a sound editor, and his father was one of the most sought after second unit directors around until he died in a car crash. In case you don't know, second unit directors were usually the ones that did all the action scenes, working closely with special effects people and stuntmen. He was one of the best, doing things that scared most directors to death.My Mom was one of what I call professional pretty people. She could rock an evening gown, and.