Watching and feeling it is better. The personal voyeur again. My cock jerks once more.And another emission and another; no power just warm, viscous, w...ite lava cream flowing down my shaft over my thumb or dropping off my cock head, depending on the slant I’m holding my shaft at, forming an increasing pool of creamy seed cream. And the secretions eventually reduce and then cease; leaving just a string of cum from my cock slit over my thumb to the pool. Thirty seconds gone.No spunk any more, just. Das h?tte ich normalerweise nie getan. Die ganze Situation warunwirklich. Sie musste mich irgendwie beeinflusst haben. So eine ArtHypnose. Mir fiel wieder ein, wie sie mich angesehen hatte. Ja, definitiv, dahatte sie etwas gemacht. Ab da hatte ich mich wie leicht betrunkengef?hlt.Aber jetzt? Ich hatte nichts ?hnliches gesp?rt. Alles schien v?llignormal gewesen zu sein. Und trotzdem hatte ich an meinem Daumengelutscht.Vielleicht sp?rte ich nichts, weil sie nicht da war. Sie hatte. "No kidding, Stix," Bass replied, pointing at the paper on his amp."Glad to see you could make it, Stix," Don said with a smile as he closed his cell phone and turned around."Yeah, well, your day is coming, Axe," Stix replied.The trio laughed."Speaking of which, where is our keyboard player?" Stix asked looking straight at Don."She's a bit under the weather," Axe replied."That's what three days in a row now?" Something like that. She says she feels better by afternoon, but the next morning its. Then you must invent some lie.’) I told her I hated piercing and she was to forget about it, but I missed out the bit about the tarty clothes, which I had decided on reflection I quite liked. And I added an item of my own, about the cigarettes I had seen her smoking in recent months, this must stop at once. She reminded me that her mum was always nagging her to diet. I thought about this for a second, decided the curves would not suit everyone but looked good on her, and told her not to worry.