As I stepped closer to him, I noticed that his knees looked a little shaky, and that his hands were trembling slightly. I looked him in the eyes and, ...esturing towards his dick, asked "May I?" Of course," he answered, his voice quiet and hoarse with passion. I reached over and lightly touched his shaft, brushing my fingertips along it's length. It jerked just a little when I first touched it, which made me grin. I gently reached under and groped his scrotum, playing with his balls the way I. "I guess it was time to move out of this place anyways. It's been a couple of years since I moved to NYC." I thought as I finally prepared myself for my move.The next month was a flurry of activity as I packed up 3 years of my life and left for a house further away, I was in no way broke and had all the money to invest in a quaint little place an hour and a half away in New Jersey. At 29, I had made good use of my father's connections to pull myself up and through socio-economic brackets and. She had with her, a bottle of wine, which I took from her, after thanking her. Then I embraced her and kissed her. The kiss was passionate and lasted a good while. She said we should stop, or we may never eat today. I laughed and said, I believe you are right there. I was a little bummed that she was not carrying an overnight bag with her, so she must have had second thoughts about spending all night here.I showed her around the place, and then headed out to the patio, which overlooked the. Standing in the tub, they took turns lathering up the other, lingering in the sensitive areas, laughing and tickling, moaning and exciting each other. He turned her around, and they sat in the warm fragrent water, the bubbles from their skin, resting on the surface of the water. James settled back in the tub, with Leanna sitting against him, his knees rising on either side of her. His now flaccid cock was tucked between his groin and her bottom, perfectly content to just rest there. James.