You pull slightly back, disheveled but still fully clothed, and gasp in lust at the scene of two naked and sweating male bodies grinding on each other...and your hands, no longer on us, hike up your skirt and you slip your fingers beneath your soaked panties to rub yourself as you enjoy a scene you have only witnessed in porn and dreams. Our cocks are uncut and we both work the foreskins back and forth, getting each other ready for what’s coming next. He gets on his knees and I push his blonde. Just promise me that from now on that we will remain good friends that just from time to time sit down over a coffee so that I can feel your hand in mine.’ At which point we both break down into uncontrollable sobs and hug. 10:00pm. We retire to the bedroom and slowly peel the clothes off of each other. This is our last night and we will make the most of it. After several hours of caressing our bodies and making love, I lay down with my Katrina in my arms for the last time and we simply hold. Emma realised with horror that in her selfish pursuit of a cock-induced titgasm she may in fact be putting poor Simon’s health at risk, and decided there and then to relieve him of his torment. ‘You really look like you need to cum, Simon,’ she said, and whipped the bra cups away, causing her breasts to leap then bounce back down the length of that breast-crazed shaft, landing with a bouncy wobble on Simon’s balls and thighs. Her perfect nipples were now exposed to his horny gaze, quivering and. She was beaming and I could tell she like it. She walked around in front of me modeling the outfit, spinning around and walking back. Nothing was said and she went back into the fitting room. This continued through all the outfits. I had no idea what the last outfit was supposed to be used for, but it was the one that I was most waiting to see. The top looked like a combination of a sports bra and a halter top, the bottoms almost like bikini bottoms. It was made out of a cotton material.