Now he was facing me our penis`s almost touched.I looked down and Kevin was stroking his penis. I did the same with my very hard cock. We were very c...ose to each other and Kevin reached out and touched my penis. I moaned as his hand began to stroke me.My hand went to his penis and I felt his helmet. He had a fat helmet and a long ,hard penis. He must have been eight inches or so. Kevin`s cock was throbbing in my hand and felt oh so nice. We walked to the steps and sat next to each other.. "So, what do you think it means? Tell me about this piece. Pretend it's not mine and that you won't break my heart if you don't only say nice things." Well, let's see..." I pretended to take a sip from my very empty champagne cup. "The way the figure is standing, off to the side and turned a little, says to me that she feels a bit... detached, or different. But she's not lonely. In fact, she looks quite comfortable being who she is."I leaned in closer to the painting. "Her face – which is. I am confirmed that she is interested in me but I had the doubt whether it is normal friendly behaviour or lust like me having towards her. In the process of boiling the milk I touched her back and hip once with my both hands and acted as if I touched her accidentally, she also mildly reacted for that touch by showing a kind of shock. But by cracking jokes I calm down her and the process went on. We prepared coffee in that milk and we went to the balcony with coffee mugs. Since it is morning in. “Anyway, we hit it off and became an item. We – we had great sex, but after a while he got a bit of a controlling streak, you know.” “No, I don’t.” Jess was now looking at me intently. Something about the twinkle in her eyes was a bit unsettling, but maybe it was just a trick of the light. “Tell me about it.” “Well…” My breath grew heavier. I really didn’t want to talk about it, but then, I’d have to tell the worst bit about it anyway. “He liked to tell me what to wear. He made me go out.