On opening thebutton, one hot pulsating 5 inch Willy took no time in jumping out. Justlike a little child's 'jack in the box toy' wanting to be free, ...o feelthe coolness of the evening air. Slowly I began feathering the tips of mysoft sissy fingers along the thick throbbing shaft. The sensation seemedeven more erotic, electric than it ever had before. Everywhere I touchedseems so alive, so sensitive.Even the touch of Prince in my arm started sending strong sexual fibsthrough my body. Lying. She wiped the sticky excess from the sides of her face with the back of her hand.She started tickling his balls, then the shaft, then alternating between them before beginning to lick it to life once more.Satisfied, as his cock returned to steel hardness, she plopped down beside him and spread her legs yet again. He spun atop her and pressed home the tip of his cock."Ugh! A little slower, okay. You're not my husband; you should know to go a little slower, okay." Sorry, slower it is," he said.. "Here?" I whisper in your ear as I push deeper into your ass. "O-oh God, yes. Pl-plee-pleeaassseee..." Removing my finger, I place the helmet against your sacred opening. Pushing just enough for you to feel the pressure, but not enough to break through, I hold. "You know what you need to do, my dear. So," I growl, "do it. Do it now!" You do. Quickly, your hips thrust to the rear as the head of my cock spears through your star, pushing further and further into you as you push back. "Aahhh... ". ”“Same here, Detective.”“Now, what can I do for you? I thought you guys were done with practice until this afternoon, right?” Detective Pierson checked.“Oh, yes, sir. We’re done until after school. We can do our work over here on the practice fields and stay outta y’all’s way. You might have more trouble trying to keep kids outta your hair by lunchtime, though.”Detective Pierson pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and quickly wiped the beading sweat off his forehead. “Yeah, you’re probably.