You obviously know your business. Our scientists have to be pleased with that experiment. Let's go to my office and relax."Abe, you have got to tell m..., how did you know exactly what to do? I know that none of our training had anything to do with it." Nothing to it, Lars. I just did what they always did in the books I read and the movies I saw. If a man wants an excuse to shoot, any sort of minimal insult will trigger the encounter. I didn't like his looks, so I pushed his button."We ate some. "Hold still -- I'm drivin'," Terence admonished Sally and put his hips in gear. 'Shit, this won't last long... ' he thought, setting up a two-cycle stroke -- one short, one deep -- using Sally's mouth and throat. This was all pretty hot -- especially the way Lon was mauling Sally's tits, his dick stiff and laying along her neck and shoulder...For Sally, it was Heaven and Hell. She really wasn't ready to take such a beating, but she couldn't -- wouldn't -- stop it. Lon had stepped up to the. Vi moaned as I slid my finger slowly but firmly back and forth and ground my palm against her before removing my finger and bringing it to my lips and nostrils. I inhaled her scent, wonderfully musky and earthy, and then sucked my finger deeply into my mouth. God she tasted sweet and my cock was stirring again in my jeans. “Vi, you weren’t kidding mate, you have the wettest, tightest pussy I think I‘ve ever had the pleasure of pleasuring.” “Well, handsome, keep that thought, ‘cause the hotel. My hands gliding under the towel, brazenly touched the sides of your cock and I felt it pulsate suddenly as I did gentle circles around the abdominal cavity and down the sides along the hips and back inward again to the centre. As I made my way outward again, I glided upward to the chest. Standing directly behind you now, I leaned forward to massage that beautiful broad expanse of flat muscle, gliding under my palms. Slowly working my way toward the nipples where my fingers circled lightly.