Use your forefinger and run it slowly around the rim of your head, and each time around, rub it softly on the underneath, on my favourite bit, the wis...boner. Round and round you go, lad, and think of my tongue, swirling in circles around your throbbing helmet.Grab the base of your cock with your other hand, and stare into the camera, right into my eyes. Keep circling with your fingertip and gently wank your shaft. Think of my hot breath coating your shaft as your pre-cum oozes out.Ah, that. He wasn’t happy about this, but he had little choice in the matter. It was this or crash. Looking back towards Dover, now out of sight, he saw a ship closing rapidly from behind. It was the over sized Lincoln. It was gaining on the fleet and pulling upwards. As he watched, it seemed to accelerate once it reached an altitude well above the rest of the flyers. It accelerated and was soon passing them and out of sight.“Blimey, he is riding the jet stream,” he thought. That was a trick he knew. He stormed over to her and separated her clenched knees. "I said keep your legs open!" She moaned loudly dropping her head against the ground in complete frustration. "You know what to do," he teased, the tenderness returning to his voice. She didn't let herself deliberate any longer and raised her legs and held onto the back of her thighs with her hands as she veed her legs. Opening her labia lips further, her clit protruded out more and the cool summer breeze passed over her hot sex which. He wore garters and stockings, and on hisfeet were black patent pumps with three-inch heels.In the half-light of the sheers, he was vacuuming under the coffee tablewith his back turned to her, his behind wiggling provocatively. He lookedsurprisingly feminine. The heels were making marks in the carpet. Shewatched him vacuum backwards away from the table, carefully erasing themarks as he wiggled his shiny black panties.She cleared her throat. He jumped to attention and looked around at her,eyes.