James, meanwhile, found that his own breathing had grown heavy as he imagined that pussy rhythmically clenching around his own dick, and Cindy, well a...are of his thoughts and excited by the hungry look on his face, slid two fingers into herself as her orgasm continued, showing off just how easy it would be for James to guide himself in and feel her pulsing slickness gripping him tightly. Not that she'd ever actually let him do something like that, of course; it was all for show, and Cindy was. But that wouldn't be my only problem, because by now I'd also be feeling the pressure building up in my bladder.I'd ask to use the bathroom, and he'd say no, and then start talking about something else. I'd be patient, and wait, and ask to use the bathroom again later on. He'd still refuse. I'd be getting desperate by then, because the pressure would be almost painful. My legs would be shifting restlessly from side to side, my fingers would be tapping nervously on my knees, and my distress. ”“Oh my, that would have been interesting,” Kim says.“To be truthful, the only reason I didn’t is that it was the first time the two of you had been together. So I didn’t want to mess that up.”My daughter chatters on about wanting to join, and I listen, struggling to understand. After deep thought, I say, “You know, I believe given the circumstances that would be a normal reaction. I mean think about it, you were fifteen feet away, watching and that had to turn you on. I’m sure that’s what. I asked him to stand and reached for his thick masculinity as he leaned against the door I wanted to use my mouth to love him as he had loved me. I reached down the thick veined shaft and wishing my hands were warm began to stroke and caress the sacks which hung beneath whilst I licked very faintly around his tip. He was fully erect and pointed vertically, leaking a little and as I caressed them each smooth testicle rose higher within him.Usually kissing him like this is a prelude to his entry.