I stripped down to my knickers and cast open both my veranda doors, and stepped out onto the terracotta tiling, facing the azure sea and noise of coas...line Andalucia, my heart free and my poor Scottish feet burning, so I jumped back inside with a girlish screech, that aroused an old English man, who standing as naked as the day he was born, to appear in the next apartment door. ‘Are you alright my dear’, he asked me as I stuck my head back out the door and looked at his penis, then his burnt. As I massage the small of her back, she let out a sigh of pleasure and arched her back. By this time, I was getting a little horny and could feel my cock stirring. Taking a chance, I let my hands roam farther down across the outside of her sweats. When she pushed back against my hand, I knew it was ok. I repeated the action several times and she did also. I decided it was time to go for it and grabbed the waist band of her sweats and gave them a slight tuck. She adjusted a little allowing me. As I focused on worshipping at her sex, was forced to worship at her sexby the harness she had strapped around my head, I felt her feet comebetween my legs, force them apart, as her toes sought out my encasedmanhood. She was laid back on the bed, cooing contentedly while her toesbegan to gently play with my constrained cock. But then, as she neared herfirst orgasm, she hooked her toes behind the ring holding the chastitydevise on me and began tugging on it as she demanded, "Like me. I usually used a squirt of lotion I kept above the bookshelf, that was above my computer. “It’s the bottle above me” I explained. “I’ll get it.”“No, let me” she offered. Em stood and walked next to me. She had to stretch to reach it and her shirt came up, and I saw the bottoms of her pert boobs. “I can’t reach it.” She stopped stretching and her shirt returned to its normal position. I could clearly make out her nipple, pointing almost directly toward my face. I started to stand when her hand.