I moved the sponge slowly up and down him while we talked, forgetting what I was doing, forgetting the time. A real stud, made for sex I said. It wa... true but I was also trying to help him feel better about himself. Instead, tears stream down his face. It was then that Ron finally admitted to me his dilemma about not being able to ejaculate like he needed to. his weak ejaculation was causing him to have masturbate more often for the same total pleasure but his hands were weak and tired too. .”“I don’t think we walked back,” Jeff insisted. “Ship has a limited version of matter transmission inside herself. What if this ... room, or whatever it is, has its own version in there?”That garnered him several stares, but one individual was still frowning. “My Prime, your postulate seems to fit all the criteria with the exception of the line continuing to stretch out behind us,” she finished, motioning behind them. “If the room had moved us, the line would have been cut. However,” she went. Into the palm of his left. The echoing quality of the “crack” at each landing of the belt in the quiet room had a tanalisingly lovely effect on Charlotte. Most particularly on her derriere, which twitched and trembled in anticipation. She was bent over the bed, feet barely touching the floor, legs spread wide, her wet luscious lady-parts temptingly open to his gaze. And to his hand and tongue; teeth and cock. He had made good use of all above appendages on them too. On it, in it, over it and. I dimly heard Fiona calling my name, and slowly woke up, feeling lazy, warm and safe in her arms. I felt her hand cupping my face and, still not fully awake, felt uninhibited enough to give her fingers a little kiss. At least she didn’t seem to mind.As usual, as soon as I opened my mouth I started putting my foot in it. I told Fiona how well I slept with her, which made it sound, well, a little explicit. She giggled like it was nothing, though, and said it was the same for her. Then she got up.