I reach for your stiff cock and you do the same to me. Without thinking, we begin to jack each other. "Let's cum together," you pant. Our speed and r...ythm increase uncontrollably and our mutual moans fill the shower stall. Soon I begin to feel the all too familiar rumblings of my building orgasm. "I'm really close, Jenny," I whimper."Me too. Just a few more strokes," is your muted response. I erupt first, followed quickly by your spouting geyser. We milk each other dry and I watch in amazement. Pleased to meet you,” he said, his voice betraying his nerves. “I think you need some Dutch courage Greg. Can I get you a Scotch or something?” “Yeah, straight please. Better make it a double,” he said. Gemma looked at Greg minutely, as if she was studying an exhibit. Laura just beamed at him, keen to get on with it. Greg downed his whiskey in one go and passed me the tumbler back. “So this is the deal Greg. My friend Gemma here needs some assistance with her blow job techniques.” Laura. The Spandex makes all the difference and provides your cock a proper hug while you sleep.On the other hand, the simple white (or plaid) cotton boxer shorts your mama bought you and that drape over your member while you are standing (like curtains at Scarlett O’Hara’s ancestral home) is simply a waste of cloth while you are sleeping. They lack the essential snugness to hold your package in place as you twist and turn in the night.In cotton boxers, on your very first quarter-turn to sleep on your. . Wait aminute. The only underwear in the bathroom is her panties. It's eithermy wet, cold briefs or her scanty, feminine panties. I try not to thinkabout what a set-up this is, as I pull down my soaking briefs and snatchthe first pair of panties I can find. Oh, God ... they had to be theleopard ones. The tiny, satiny, leopard-print panties. I can hear hernow....I slip into the tight panties and rush into her bedroom. I hope I canmake a quick entrance and dive under the covers before.