My fingers come out a little - circling around your bud of electric wild fire - teasing that switch that would rock you with orgasmic waves of raw fee...ings - your hand covers my hand making sure that I am slow and teasing in my touch, and I move my hand down - deferring your magic button to your touch as my fingers sink once again into the mysterious cavern that is your womanhood. My fingers simulating what my cock wants to do by sliding in and out - I feel your lips moving around my fingers a. ’ ‘Well, then,’ started George, ‘We could go for a swim.’ ‘That could be fun,’ Ashley replied, ‘But, I’m going to have to change if we’re going to do that. This top wasn’t meant for swimming.’ Jarrad jumped in. ‘In a few minutes the sun will be gone and if we leave the pool lights off… well I don’t see why it wouldn’t be just fine.’ ‘There we go with Jarrad’s dreams again,’ Brad taunted. ‘That is no dream,’ Jarrad argued. ‘Tell me Ashley, what difference is it going to make whether you wear. I looked at his succulent, tiny frame. He was 5'3" tops while I stand at just over six feet. His cock was small, but had an enormous amount of foreskin. With the tip closed his penis resembled a tear drop. We french kissed some more, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths. The air began to take on the sweet scent of the arousal in our scrotums. With so many other people at the party we knew we couldn't get away with a full-on fuck, so we decided to bring each other to orgasm with our hands.. Of course this was a day when we were diagramming sentence structure, and of course I got called to the board. Fuck! Double Fuck! I hoped and prayed that my cock would go down, but it seemed as if it was fucking stone. I stood and walked to the front of the room, there were giggle and laughter. Mrs. Acres saw my state and gave a little smirk. I took my time on the sentence hoping Mr. Happy would go the fuck down, but to no avail. So after double checking a third time I headed back to my seat..