She ran her tongue over the cotton material of his boxers, already wet with pre-cum. James whimpered gently. Her teasing was becoming too much to bear... Kate finally dragged his boxers to his knees, letting his pulsing erection bounce free. She gripped the base with her hand and lightly flicked her tongue over the head. James groaned deeply arching his head back, clutching her head to steady himself. He ran his fingers through her hair, pulling harder each time her tongue swept over his slit.. ”“Oh.”She looked at me.“I thought about touching yours, actually.”What she had thought about touching reacted in my shorts. I was lying on my back and the front of my shorts was right there next to her. I saw her look at the bulge as it moved.“I don’t understand this,” she said.“What?”“You’re getting hard for me again. I like that. Why do I like that?”“I have no clue,” I said.“Show it to me,” she ordered.I put my book aside, arched on my heels and head and shoved my shorts down to my. As the figure continued down the road, they stumbled across an abandoned village, seemingly untouched by any attack. The figure entered from the northern side of the village, as rain continued to pour out of the darken sky. There was no sign of the villagers who lived here, the road was clear, and flanked wither side were huts were people once lived. Some shut, and others simply left open. The figure made their way to the village square, and out of the corner of their eye they caught a glimpse. She was bent over, her delicious naked ass looking tight and firm as she drew long deep breaths.Then she quickly reached down and pulled first her panties then her baggy Bermuda shorts up. She fastened them and bolted out of the room. I heard the door slam behind her.She had left me exposed, with my limp drained cock lying lifeless across my thigh.Later that evening I was sitting on the sofa reading when I heard the key in the front door.Pamela peered around the corner and was startled to see.