Coming to the incident. I used to go her house every Saturday directly from my hostel to her home as it was near easy for me to wash my cloths and do ...y stuffs. Usually I reach there by 4pm in the afternoon. But on this special day I was late due to sudden bus strike in the locality.. Somehow I reached her home by 11pm. I thought she already slept and I knocked the door calling her name. But there was no response from inside. And I again knocked the door… I had to stand there 5, 6 minutes and. I’ll start with your dick.”Eyes bulging more than any other body part, “Ya think!!!”Calmly, “I just had to say that. I’ll be good,” as he reaches for the soap. He turns Sean’s body around, giving him a respectful hug.“Thank you, Jeff. Now were cooking. I mean… you know what I mean… or don’t mean. Whatever.”“Yes. Now you’re gonna get the best washing of your life!” As he washes Sean’s back he moves to see Sean’s penis; that soften most of the way. Breathing a sigh of relief, he can’t help but. ?Damn, are they firm, hard as rocks, C!? Leaning her face above Cyl’s breast, smiling as the video cam closes in on her, she flicks the stud piercing her tongue across Cyl’s nipple, sucks it seductively between her parting lips. Softly moaning, her cheeks puffing, sucking inward, she manipulates her swelling nipple as she sucks even more of her firm titflesh into her mouth while reaching up and squeezing her free breast with her left hand. More flashes of the camera, the video cam. His hands understand. He reaches between her thighs to the waiting flesh between her legs. His caresses become specific. Intentional. Purposeful. She breathes. Can he hear? She does not know. She is breath and flesh. She is sensation and pleasure. He can hear. He loves the sound. It speaks to him, adding to his own pleasure. His touch intensifies. Warm. Firm. Exploring. Massaging. Enjoying. Waking the tingling, rippling fire inside of her. Connecting with the desire that is inside of him. She.