I slowed more, and I said, "Not yet."Martha said, "Want to take your time?"I stopped moving, staying deep in her and catching my breath. I said, "Yeah... Let's slow down."Martha smiled and calmed a little. I looked at her and I made my cock twitch inside her.She closed her eyes. "Mmm."I twitched again, and again.She said, "You know I like that." Yes."Beside me, Ronnie ran her hand over my butt and down the crack and then to my balls. She kissed my shoulder. I paused for a few seconds and twitched. ‘Care to dance?’ he said as he stood, offering her his hand. Lacey glanced at the standing cowboy and smiled gently, her eyes seeming to take on a kind of sadness as she realized that she didn’t want to go back to the city, or her job, or the townhouse waiting for her. It just didn’t feel right anymore. Being here, with him, DID feel right. Slipping her hand into his, she set down her beer and stood as he gently pulled her to her feet. ‘I would love to,’ she said with a soft voice. He grinned. Of course she wouldn’t have memories that far back but something in her early c***dhood must have derailed the normal path of development. Hopefully it was something she could recall.The next half a dozen questions on the form explored the methods used for self-stimulation, how frequently the activity lead to orgasm and how long it typically took—they were apparently not applicable.“In that case we can skip the next couple of questions,” I informed her and skipped on down the form.“We’ve. Her face had a faint smile, her eyes subtly bright, showcasing how mischievous and mysterious she is. There was something witchy in that look that made him stammer. He knew what was it, but the more he thought of it, the more his heart banged against his chest. Damini could somehow decipher the effect she was having on him but she herself wanted to surrender to him. The moment was too brief to behold and too huge to push it out of the mind. When they reached downstairs, Damini waved her bye,.