Soon his lips pressed up against my cock at the base, kissing and licking around it. I felt my cock twitch against his mouth and I feared that I was n...t going to be able to keep my word, it felt to good, he felt to good. Before I could think to control myself any longer, he moved up and took the tip of my cock into his mouth, sucking and licking around the head. I could not remember the last time my cock had felt this amazing or had been in someones mouth. I tried not to think about it, in. She loved it, of course, as much as he had but she hadn’t the same instincts for keeping it up, tending to it, fixing it, seeing it in repair, as he had. But she did notice the fact that the outside was getting a bit shabby. It no longer was the spectacular brick beauty with the brilliant white trim that it had once been. And even she began to notice that. Over a time period she said to herself periodically: ‘I really have to get that taken care of, and soon.’ But for Jennie ‘soon’ didn’t come. I pick up the first item, a white ostrich feather. I hold it in front of my eyes, the candlelight permeating through the almost microscopic filaments. I lean forward and let the fine tip of the feather gently stroke the back of your ankle. You tense a little, knowing contact has been made and my game has started. I slowly run the feather up and down the length of your leg. As the feather reaches the back of your knee you start to squirm and then up the inside of your thigh. The touch of. She sat nervously next to me, and neither of us knew what to expect. This was so foreign to us, and exciting, but this couple made it seem so natural. They continued idle chat, "What part of the resort are you staying in, have you tried this restaurant yet, blah blah." But as we chatted, this beautiful red bushed woman was stroking her man's big cock in front of us. We tried to keep our eyes away, but it was useless. We both kind of watched wide eyed, and open mouthed, as she pumped her.