Then, with his other hand, he slapped his much softer cock against mine. It was light enough for me to see his smile, it being abundantly clear that h... could do as he liked with me."You seem so submissive, and yet you make it very clear what you want. I love it," he volunteered. As his own cock began to harden, he used both hands to bring our testicles together, and roll them around so that they became a quartet, rather than merely two pairs. By this time, the pre-cum was streaming from me, and. I can barely breathe. I want to resist.He slides his hand down to my pussy, gently putting pressure on my clitwith his middle finger. Such strong hands. He moves his finger in smallcircles. It is the single best sensation I have ever felt in my life.I've played with my new clit, and it felt good, really good. But hishand, his hand feels magical.I don't think I care anymore. I just want this man to fuck me. If I'mJim, then I'll be Jim after he's cums in me. What is the sense inresisting anymore?. Grace was nude, which was perhaps not the best idea, and she wrapped herself round me without, apparently, waking; murmuring contentedly.I didn't exactly wake when Grace left our bed, but I was aware of her leaving. I soon fell back into sound sleep, though.When Grace woke me, with fresh coffee (wonderful woman) and her nude body (beautiful woman) at ten o'clock, we were (she said) well past the ferry lanes and about ten miles off St. David's Point. She snuggled with me, holding my hand to her. But, as if she read my mind, she told me if she came over she’d make it worth my while by letting me watch…or maybe more.So the following Saturday the doorbell rang, and I let Anna into my home. Anna had told me she’d tell the men I was her boyfriend and was into watching, which is not too far from the truth, and she’d only bring back guys who’d be okay with that. She came in with d****d around an older guy (I’m guessing late 30’s) she’d met at the bar who’d bought her some drinks and chatted.