I see her forearm rise and lower, I know she’s rubbing herself. Getting her pussy even wetter, fingering her pink little slit until it shines with h...r juice. I can tell she’ s getting even hotter by the way her tempo increases, and her moans fill my ears. She removes her hand from between her legs and brushes her fingers across my balls. I can feel there slickness as her fingertips reach under my sack and explore further. I moan in approval and widen my stance slightly to give her better access. There was a ripple of nervous tension that someone might have called the cops... but when Jess opened it, there was no one there.“Very funny Chris,” The blonde mumbled to herself with a scowl, glancing down the driveway for any sign of anyone that could’ve knocked. It took Jess a few moments before she looked down and spotted a small wooden box that had been left perfectly in the middle of the front step.“Huh...?” Curious, she picked it up and brought it into the light of the hallway. The box. He shook his head in exasperation."You are stronger than most people, Harley," the minister told him in a gentle voice. You are the strongest man I ever met. I don't mean your physical strength, which is immense, but your inner strength. Harley, if you don't look out, you are going to be governor of this state." He was only half joking when he said it. Then he asked, "What is it you were coming to see me about?" Oh I just wanted another lesson in talking right," he answered, "But if you're too. It was so pathetic that it was laughable but I hid my dismay under a cover of pretended happiness for her liberation from her single lifestyle. I congratulated her on her good fortune in finding a man with a cock almost as big as mine and I joked about pushing a baby pram instead of endless packages from stores with new fashions. My comments weren't made to be funny but eye-openers to bring her back to the reality about the cold, cruel world.She tearfully informed me in a strange non-Princess.