Some was now proceeding to drip off her pink nipples and land in little droplets on the hard floor. She stood up, feeling Erik’s now softening cock ...lide out of her. The emptiness left a trail of oozing fluids streaming from between her legs and onto the clean floor as well. She adjusted her skirt, letting it settle back down to at least partially cover her swollen sex. She reached for the towel she had brought to wipe down the cows and used it instead to clean some of the combined wetness that. Recognising his chance and hoping the slack now in his chains will be enough, Gallius throws out an arm to grab Abelia but falls inches short. Startled, Abelia jumps back swiftly but in seeing Gallius’s grasp fail she returns to take his penis in hand, and carry on with the task of making the great Gallius cum at her mercy and against his will. Her own arousal now taking effect, Abelia begins to stroke her breasts, using her free hand through the fine silk of her robe. Pushing down between her. I revisited her belly, sides, neck and shoulders, sliding my hand gently, using only it's own weight. Finally, I swatted her lightly on the rump.It had been a sexy rub but I had left a lot out.I hadn't touched her sex but it had been close. Too close. My entire groin was throbbing, almost uncomfortable. I was as close to a case of blue balls as I'd been since my teen years. From past experience I knew I'd have to get off in the next hour or so or face an agonizing evening."There you go." I. Where was Sylvia? What the hell was she doing out at one-thirty on a Friday night? I sat on the edge of the bed, then decided to strip and have a shower. I hoped I would feel better after that. By the time I finally crawled into bed, the clock radio told me it was almost two a.m. I didn’t have the energy to dwell on my wife’s absence. I was asleep in seconds. When I awoke on Saturday morning, a November sun was shining for a change, and I looked at the clock. Almost nine-thirty. I wondered what.