Finally I heard his sweet young voice say "so, would you want to?" Heart racing, I said "sure.." I heard him get up off his bed and saw his outline as...he made his way toward me. I scooted over on the bed and he laid down next to me. For a minute we just laid there with our hands on our dicks. Finally he said, "would you mind if I touched it?" I said "sure". He reached over slowly and gently touched my stiff dick, I felt like I'd been electrocuted as a jolt of pleasure shot through me, I'd never. It is a private club run by a group of people who like the finer things in life and treasure their privacy. I don’t come here very often but they always remember me and treat me like I’m special. And, it doesn’t hurt that the wait staff are all super good looking!” said Martina with a smile.George had a million questions bouncing around in his head but decided to hold onto them for now.They briefly perused the drinks menu. Martina offered a couple of recommendations. She placed the menu on the. It was only after we'd both cum, the towel under my bottom soaking with my juices, that I finally had the courage to say what I wanted to say: and that "conversation" eventually turned into a row and me going home on a jeepney - never to see him again, I hope. All the things I'd wanted to tell him suddenly came flooding out - all the petty annoyances that I'd suffered from him were told to him straight.In the time that I knew him I think we did it nine times. First in my familiar single bed at. She wanted to be exposed. She had wished they were in the SUV with them. “…cum in me…cum in me…cum in me…” Carla was in a trance. Her pussy was tired and weak. She felt another orgasm roll across her body as a she started squirting on the stranger’s cock again. “fuck me daddy…cum in me…” It was more than the stranger could take. He was finally done. He fell onto her back, shoving his cock deep inside of her again, pressing hard against her cervix. He wrapped his arm around her neck and held her.