The feeling on a clients face, what keeps me going.She was happy, content, I could see pleasure on her face, she pushed lower, which means, time for m... to start stroking, I have trained my penis now over the years to hit specific points within the vagina to stimulate the necessary parts of the brain, I had practiced it in imagination, but this was the time to do it in real, the first stroke fell perfect so was the second, third, fourth. I could see her reactions, she was going good, the. All of them, as far as Amélie could tell. Men and women, although more women than men, not a surprise, given that it was Samhain, she thought. She shivered, but not entirely because of the cool night air that became chillier with each hour. Without the bonfire that must have been twenty feet high to dance around it would have been impossible to enjoy the celebration.Beside her she felt rather than saw Sandrine moving in time to the drums and the flutes. She felt her own body begin to absorb the. “I was supposed to stay focused on my grandparents, but I couldn’t keep it off you guys.”“I know, you told us,” he says, smugly.“But I didn’t tell you how I made my escape several times to the bathroom or my room just to play with myself,” she says, looking like she is slightly embarrassed by her actions. “You don’t know how many times I wanted to grab one of my cousins and have him fuck the hell out of me.”“I bet that wouldn’t have been too good,” Justin chuckles.“Well, fucking my cousin is. She was glad to get rid of the raincoat; it could barely keep her dry, the rain so torrential. She shivered in her sweater and skirt as she moved closer to the fire to feel the heat. She kicked off her drenched shoes, the floor rough dirt, but anything was better than her shoes.He finally took off his raincoat and cap, hanging them on a rock as the water dripped to the ground beneath it. His eyes took in her body, young and ripe, full breasts with hard nipples that poked out beneath the.