Any more questions?” He asked not taking offense at the phrasing of her question.“So all your bodily functions ... function? Is there any treatmen... or way to lessen or reverse the effects or how it affects you?”“I did have some therapy when I was young, but there’s no treatment,” he replies. “What do you mean by function?”“Do you need any medical devices or help with biological functions. Like in the bathroom, or ... bedroom?” Her face flushed red, and she turned her face away embarrassed. But. Out of politeness I said to join us. They sat down. Talked about how they had moved down from Belfast, and other small talk. Some drinks were had and then we decided to call it a night.They asked us where we staying and offered us a lift. It was only in the confines of the car did the breezy atmosphere change. He started talking and asked if we were sleeping together. This very personal question threw us. I asked him to stop the car. He apologised and confessed him and his wife can be a bit. It was inconceivable, the urge to abandon her intended for a fleeting and unproductive pleasure. Yet it was there, an urge so strong that she almost abandoned herself to it. Almost.Instead, she focused again on the man before her, the hard steel that rode against her mons. The man took her up, wrapping her long legs around his trim waist. Moira wound her arms like a vice about his neck, kissing him most thoroughly, and, with but the slightest shift of her experienced hips, slipped his cock. His hand getting higher and higher up my thigh. Shorts like these give easy access. Very easy. The whole point of wearing them. I’m so close to jumping him. My thighs open slowly. Waiting. My right hand crosses the centre console, past the gear stick and hand break. Straight for his crotch. Jacob holds his breath, I’ve never been that daring before. I turn to face him. Get close. I nibble on his ear, sigh and mutter ‘Right here or in the back seat?’With a strangled groan, Jacob gets out of the.