." There's a lot of pressure," Pete related. "Chuck is riding me pretty hard -- I can't just roll over. I'm maintaining my objectivity." Women aren't ...omething you want to be objective about," Mac retorted. "Let me ask you this -- does it creep you out to touch her? If it does, she's wasting her time -- but if it doesn't ... Touch is big -- I rub my woman every day -- and I'm addicted."Pete grunted and retreated within himself. NO, it didn't creep him out to touch Wanda. If she'd been blubbery. Not knowing what else to do I held out my hand and watched the girl as she took it. "J-J-Justin R-Robertson is my name and if I'd s-seen you it wouldn't have been n-necessary to look across the road." My names Vikki Thompson." She ran across the road and waited with hands on hips and a cheeky grinned plastered across her face. "You've checked me out," she patted her right hip, "see anything you like?" She was wearing, a short navy blue netball skirt, navy blue sports bra and matching bloomers. She grunts and moans unintelligible moans as her face flushes red. Duke feeling her cunt spasm all over his cock rams her even harder, driving her orgasm into overdrive. Her body twitches below him helpless and overpowered by his big stallion cock. He feels the pride only a mating stallion can feel when he has his mare at his mercy.He pounds onward, feeling his age leave his body and remembering the pastures and mares of his youth. Gemma’s cunt continues to spasm as one orgasm drives into. Not kissing politely, not kissing as a formality, but kissing like lovers kiss. Not long ago, we would kiss one or twice as a step towards intercourse. Now, kissing each other was an end unto itself, self-sustaining, not necessarily leading to deeper intimacy. Although, truth be told, it almost always did. ‘I hear you want so show me something,’ she breathed when we finally stopped to take a pause. Here eyes were not distracted now, my Julie was back. She was stroking the front of my pants. She.