I manage to get enough control to slow my thrusts. I must still kiss you constantly. To finally have you, to hold you, to kiss you, to be inside your...body! This is the happyist moment of my life.You whisper in my ear, 'I love you Dale'.All these years, all this time.Your body moving with mine in a slow rhythm, driving me wild!Our moans filling the small shower, your back resting against the wall as your breasts bounce slowly.I must have more of you! I leave the water running and carry you to. Problem was, her judo karate and all the other self defence moves seemed to have deserted her. her limbs lay listlessly by her sides, and the elbow felt like a dumbell on her stomach adding to the feeling of helplessness that was gradually seeping into her self confident mind. but worse was to come. he fished out a strange ring like device with straps, which she faintly recalled seeing in one of the bondage mags she had confiscated from a nerdy guy. she had never figured out why it was applied. Now my tits became an eye-catcher, and she was in the fits of laughter.It turned out that guys practiced flattery mostly (maybe because of Paul), but the ladies got down to business and kissed my tits. A lot of red lips embellished my upper boobs. One of the women, Sue, said, I should spare the nipples for her, but she didn't insist on kisses. Time went on. Sue went to the ladies, came back, took a seat next to me, and stuffed her bra in my pocket. My gift for you not to forget me, she mumbled,. ......." "Why don't I just show you?" And he stood up and dropped his pants, revealing a tool that was probably only about 3 inches soft. Then he reached down and began to stroke himself, bring an erection that I guess measured close to 5 inches. For a man his age it was a respectable size. He was cut with a head that looked like it had been transplanted to his stem after he was born. His ridge overhang his shaft by about a half inch, maybe more and there was a slight bend to the left. .