He stood behind me rubbing my shoulders. Oh damn, did it feel good. His hands were so big and strong. I began thinking naughty thoughts because a man'... hand, feet and cock usually are in sync with each other, big or small, thin or thick.Every few minutes I looked across to my husband at the bar talking to some guys about the games on the TV. He didn't seem to notice this hulk of a man massaging both my shoulders and boosting my libido. Big Bob's muscles flexed each time I turned and gave him a. “It’s magnificent!” she thought and got wet just looking at it. Unfortunately, John ruined the moment by getting dressed and she darted back to her room and furiously masturbated hard again. This time she knew he heard her.The teasing from both sides grew and grew. John seemed to enjoy it when she made breakfast in her silk robe with nothing underneath, Beverley enjoyed it when she could see the outline of his cock underneath his tight shorts – it meant she was doing it right. It grew and grew. “I can’t believe you did this to me! You just wait, you prick!” The developing erection now squelched, the urge to piss again came over me and I stood in front of the toilet to relieve myself. I felt the stream pass through my urethra and make its way to my cock slit, and suddenly it dawned on me what the small holes were for on the metal cup-like enclosure that held the head of my cock. As soon as the piss hit the cup, urine fought for the nearest opening, and streams of piss darted out in six. That last night I went home from your sisters and lay in bed just thinking about you, burning up with thoughts of you.’ and bending down he kissed her again, deep and slow, his clever hands sliding up her back, inside her coat, to the back of her neck, holding her still for his mouth as it took hers in a kiss so sweet it took her breath away. As he slowly broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against hers, whispering to her, ‘I promise never to do anything you don’t want. I understand you’re.