“Ohhhhhhh.” She couldn’t help emitting a soft, pleading noise. Her hand rubbed her clit faster. “Nooooo. More, please.” “Give me a piece ...f that.” A strong, clear voice. No hesitation, no room for objections. Two hands grabbed her legs and pulled her to the table’s edge, pulled her hips off. A hard cock pushed into her wet, slippery pussy. Not so big nor so long as the black man, but he was pumping away energetically. “Yessssss,” Patricia closed her eyes, lost in feeling. A clear tenor spoke,. We’ve sure known each other a long time, and I’m one of the few that lets most of his more obnoxious garbage just slide off because I know what he’s really like. Being his ‘best buddy’ isn’t the worst thing, I suppose.” Alli smiled. “Try not to smother him with your enthusiasm.” I chuckled. “Look, we’re business partners - and we’re friends; let’s not get all gooey over it, okay? Guys are just friends, it’s not some big emotional thing, and I actually think I’m at least as close to Rob and. To that end I made three hardwood cocks in three sizes, small, medium and just a bit bigger. I purchased a large tub of Vaseline and was set to prepare myself. At the age I was I had no idea about dildos or vibrators, even if they existed then, which I doubt. To me with my practical leanings the obvious answer was to make something myself.For months I used my home made cocks on myself and quickly discovered that they made wanking far more enjoyable, in fact I found that I could cum, hands. I would love that." But the explanation didn't seem to convince Emma, who sat and watched Lauren as she lay back on the lounger. Lauren exhaled quietly, feeling the slipperiness of the suntan lotion on her pussy and between her buttocks. She thought of Nikki and her warnings, and decided that she had, after all, the inner strength to control her desires. Her thoughts continued with Switzerland, school, and her classmates that she might not see for many months. The train continued, and she.