It was stillin motion but it was slower, more languid. On closer inspection, hediscovered that his hand was now moving, not from its own energy, butbe...ause it was attached to his arm, which was itself shaking at afuriously high frequency. The movement was now beneath the sleeve ofhis shirt, and so his view was obscured, but he could feel that it wasno less intense than the effect which had a moment ago beset his hand.With panic growing in his chest he mobilised his one loyal hand andtook a grip. When the last item of clothing hit the floor, Jeff slid his hand up my thigh heading for the juncture of my legs. I slapped it away. ‘It’s your birthday, not that I need an excuse. I want to drive you crazy.’ ‘Don’t you remember how crazy I get from bringing you pleasure, from teasing you so badly you want to smack me?’ ‘Yes. And I want to do some of that to you.’ ‘Well, if you insist,’ he said. I slid my hand over his abdomen and found a treat. ‘They don’t make them any harder than this. And. “Please?” she whimpered.He shook his head.“Well,” he said, “if you’re just going to sit there with all your clothes on, I guess I might as well be going...” And he turned towards the doors and started ambling toward them, but very very slowly.Julie gritted her teeth, sucked in her lower lip and began chewing on it lightly, watching Frank leave her alone. She held her silence until she saw he really meant it, and was about to step through the doors and out into the fading sunlight.“NO! WAIT I’LL. She moaned again and her hips picked up the pace, urging me to speed up and give her her first orgasm with me in awhile. I was happy to oblige, feeling the cum starting to boil in my balls. "Oh... please... Jamie... give... it... to... me... haaaaaaarddddd!" "You want me to fuck... you... you... wanton... slut?" "Yeeeeeeeesssssssss... give... it... to... meeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh... oh... oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh... Christ... I'mmm... cuuummming... cuuummming... cuuummming....