Suck that cock... suck my cock..." I said as I let him have his way with me. But only for a bit as I placed both hands on his head, pushing down on hi... as I thrusted my cock in his mouth, fucking him as he gagged. You could hear the sound of his throat as I fucked him , making him drool all over my cock. Surprisingly he took me quite well, not even budging. Stopping only for a small bit of air before continuing to let me use his mouth. I was so amazed as I pulled my cock out looking down at. Only a short while later they both came out wearing low-cut sleeveless floral dresses but with very high hems more suited to women a third of their rage, but they had reckoned that if they could wear tight clothes there would be nowhere they could hide anything and that would prevent them from stealing.Of course, the dresses showed off their fleshy arms with their bat wings, and fleshy thighs, as well as their large drooping breasts, but the tight style did make sense and was something that. After a few minutes, I took my binder and pencil and went to the bench by the stream. I spent the full two hours of my meditation time writing in my journal, reflecting on everything that had happened in the past month while it was still fresh in my mind, and while the «kami» of Japan surrounded me. When it was time for my final morning training session, I put the binder away, changed into my gi, and walked to the house and into the dojo.When that final morning session ended, I bathed and. ..at that very moment, I began to run my fingers through it. Amanda was still caressing my chest, but her movements were seemingly, bolder. Her fingers were trailing through my chest hair, going downwards towards my naval...in a slow progressive way, her hand was moving down towards my erection. I held my breath...I wanted Amanda to touch me; I wanted her to hold my cock in her hand.Not a word was spoken. At one moment, Amanda's fingers had reached the end of my bare skin. She had come.