Pinch. Biting softly slowly.. upon my nipple..rubbing... pulling my nipple as she licked me softly.. massaging.. my wett breast. Rubbing me softly, s...roking..my nipple slow as she squeezed. Stroking me gently, , rubbing softly. Began to kiss me in hot kisses.enveloping me in heated licks and kisses.around my nipple and massaging my breasts, biting gently..as she rubbed softly. Suckling my nipple..feeling twists on my nipple... twirling her tongue softly biting me gently licking my nipple.. As soon as we cleared the boundary fence she grabbed my free hand, hauled it to her lips and kissed it."'Cuz I can't crawl over the console and kiss YOU!" she cooed. "That's all so wonderful, Dan!"I shook my head, almost disbelieving. "It's WORK, doll!" I know, but EVERYBODY'S got to work at something, and that's INTERESTING!" It is," I admitted. "It's what I like to do. Well, maybe not the paperwork, but the technology, the constant mental challenges of making things work better, helping. No words were spoken as he stood beside the bed stoking his cock,then joinedthe boy on the bed as he sat on his chest,his cock in his hand as he aimedit at Monty's mouth.There was an evil glint in his yes as he took his son by the hair of headholding it up and pressed the cum soaked head of his cock to hislips,forcing them open as his thick cock filled the boys mouth.Monty lost no time in sucking his dads dick,not fast but slow and in amethodic manner,making sure he touched all the sensitive. ..)On the occasion of one very loud and happy party on a Saturday night, it was carnival time, and no, it was already almost morning, I’d had enough and wanted to go home. I’d taken my bicycle along and had locked it in my shop – and I’d lost my keys! I went back to the party to ask my co-worker for his key, but he wasn’t there anymore. What now?Outside I met Andrea. I told her about my problem, and all she said was: ‘Come with me!’ She drove to where my co-worker lived (and luckily, she didn't.