This time there was no talking and just actions I slowly grabbed her face and kissed more and then moved towards her neck her hands were all behind me...and slowly I took off her top and her my t-shirt. I was amazed to see the beautiful tits under the bra and raised her in arms and kissed her cleavage she was going out of control and then I kissed on her navel.I grabbed her in my arms and went on the bed kept her on the bed and removed her shorts and underwear it was an amazing sight and soon I. The street was dark, so I could not see his face, but I could make out from the turn of the head that he had looked up. I froze. My heart was beating so rapidly, I feared the men could hear it. But they kept walking. The guy seemed to turn the head in the other direction to look up. Phew! It was just a coincidence he had looked up.What an amazing rush that was. I had stood naked in my balcony as two men passed by under it. Granted, it was relatively low-risk, given the surroundings, but still,. Tina had started talking as we rushed for the car and hadn't stopped since, but I had tuned her out. On the line at the Ford you learned to shut off all your senses and just do the job; it was the only way to get through the day -- for some of us, anyway. My brain had gone on autopilot when the clown took off on Tina and it stayed there until we pulled up at a light miles away.That's when Tina poked me in the side -- she was riding shotgun again. "What the hell were you thinking? Hello? Is. “The post orgasmic worlds Ann and I have seen; are they real,” I asked taking a sip of overpriced bubbly. “Yes, those visions are stored in our collective consciousness. Define prostate.” “It’s a small gland accessible from the ass that mixes sperm with essential nutrients during ejaculation. It doesn’t generate orgasms, it is the result. With light pressure, it dumps the mixture into the urethra.” Ann and her creator fell silent, a new revelation to consider. “I should like to observe this.