" I'm perfectly in control of my senses. My hand is moving up his leg. I'm very close to touching him. Don't protest or say anything or I'll get up an... walk out. That would embarrass you." Yes, but what..." I'm touching him now. It's nice and large. It's growing in my hand. Too bad it's impossible to open his zip, or I would put my hand inside his pants and caress him." Val stop. Everyone can see. This is terribly bad timing and—look honey, there's Gail and Bill waiving at us. Smile at them.". They had kissed most of the way to her hotel and by unspoken agreement she had packed her bags and checked out of the hotel in what seemed like one smooth motion. After all, why pay for a hotel room when it looked like she was going to spend the rest of her time in his bed. If for some reason it did not work out, which she had no doubts of, she was sure Monique would put her up. Alex picked up her bag as they climbed the stairs and he put it next to the chair when they got inside. ‘Alex, make. I thought about my neighbour being left high and dry (well, probably high and VERY damp!), but I needed the money shot! I sat reclined on my sofa, wanking slowly, and smoking extra erotically, admiring the shiny rubber and PVC clad vision in the 4 mirrors I always placed strategically, to watch myself in. The bright backlighting always highlighting my voluminous white exhales. My red lips and fingernails contrasting against the black, creaking plastic. My balls ached terribly, and my deep. Rog had never made a direct pass at me but there were the compliments and subtle remarks. I took this as complimentary and got a small thrill from them. One Saturday night after a day on the water with the boat and a party for a few friends, my husband Walt, loaded the music with many of the slow dance tunes and mixed us all drinks. Walt had hurt his foot a little that afternoon so he wasn’t doing any dancing that night but he encouraged Rog and me to enjoy it. I have always enjoyed dancing.