It crossed my mind about using his cock, but if it was going to explode soon it would be a waste.“Stroke it and count how long till you get to the e...ge. Don’t cum as I don’t want a mess on my sofa.” I ordered him.I sat back and watched him, on a normal day watching that would have got me going but my mood wouldn’t allow it.I switched looking between his face and his cock. “Twelve seconds,” he breathed heavily as he let his rock hard cock go.“Do it again. Another twelve seconds. And don’t cum,”. I had never heard that expression and I thought I’d like to read about her whacking off her cunt, while I whacked off my cunt. My husband wasn’t due home for two or three hours. So I gave no thought of being discovered, my only thoughts were of rubbing my clit and coming.I keep my pussy shaved because I find I reach orgasm much more easily and my clit is free to be stimulated this way. It also keeps my husband more excited. I sat on the sofa with my legs wide apart. I had a vibrator and my. Caroline was a well-known and much respectedscientist. At her 38 years, she had already accomplished one of hergreatest creations: a portable time machine. Some years ago a group ofscientists created a time machine, but it was done based in the classicmovie "Back to the Future" they had made it out of a car, an idea thatshe liked and also brought her some memories of watching it with hermother, who was a big fan of that movie, but at long-term ended up beinga little uncomfortable, especially. Inside I found that the pants were long enough to fit me, but absolutely skin tight. My boxers felt like a big puffy balloon inside them and I stripped them off and put the pants on my naked flesh. Charles was waiting for me when I got out of the bathroom. "Those show off your assets quite nicely Timmy." He said. "Now let's catch a cab and go get that drink!" Should I really wear this?" I asked, still a little uncomfortable wearing shiny skintight pleather pants in public. Charles grabbed my.