He was willing her to grab his cock and begin to play and massage it. Instead she ignored his genitals and massaged his legs never forgetting to reach...up inside his thighs. What torment he thought, letting out a faint moan. She cupped her hands and dripped more oil onto the master, only this time, she drizzled it over his cock and balls. Her hands were saturated as she gently grabbed both balls in one hand and his cock with the other. She spent a moment or two squeezing and sliding up and down,. ‘I’d much sooner thank her. She tried to help me.’ ‘Don’t send the pretty boy away,’ screamed Evelin’s voice from inside her home. ‘I want to see the pretty boy.’ The door moved slightly against its hinges, Keme imagined small hands banging at it from the inside. ‘Don’t send him away.’ The screams were mere whispers after passing through the thick shutters of Evelin’s home. ‘You’re upsetting her,’ said Keme, filling his voice with concern. ‘You really shouldn’t do that. She is so rarely happy.’. He parted my lips, running them up to my clit, touching it lightly. I moan louder. His other hand placed on the lower part of my back. He moved his fingers down to my hole. I gripped tighter and he thrust them in. There was no ease to it. I buckled and pushed myself further onto them. But he didn’t take them back out, he held them, buried deep in my pussy, and moved his fingers inside me. I rived on his hand, my head dropped to his shoulder. He pulled his two fingers out and gently traced back. After deleting those who did not submit a photo or whose pictures were not "sexy" enough, as Peter put it, or who seemed the wrong age, they had the list down to fifty-two."Okay, we're down to fifty-two good looking couples. Where do we go from here?" he asked."Eighteen of them are black or hispanic," she mused. "Is that a problem for you?" Not at all. I'm a lot more interested in whether they're experienced at this sort of thing. I don't think we want another novice couple. That would be like.