She touched each one of her friends tits, her fingers sinking into the soft yielding tit meat. "Ohhh, Chrissy, your tits feel so soft. "I'm creaming!"...hristine threw her head back and reveled in Tracy's kneading hands. "Lets get on the bed."Tracy followed, a slave to her friend's desires. The intimate phone calls over the months had taken their toll. She was hot and ready. She climbed on the bed, her warm body Touching Christine's. Tracy's hand rested on one of Christine's hips. "I'm nervous.". My tongue flickered over the moist head and up anddown the shaft, over your balls and back again to attendto the sensitive area at the tip of your tool. I could feelyour pulse in your groin drumming madly. My own heart wasbeating, thudding against my chest and echoing loudlyin my ears. You had your hands in my hair pulling me closerto your throbbing prick. I felt your urgency as you thrustuncontrollably into the recess of my mouth. You moanedand cried out my name and your juices spurted from. No more secret men?'Please.' Cole signed as he spoke, "I think I'd have a heart attack."So this thing... I thought you were thingless... Cole smiled to show it was a joke.Well, is this a thing? Jared gave him time to read the message before taking hold of Cole's hand, lacing his soft finger in with larger calloused ones. Cole thought his heart was going to jump right out of his mouth, but he managed to smile and keep walking, holding Jared's hand in his own.Now all you have to do, his inner. We were in the car headed to his house. Another Friday night and an anticipated evening and night with Mr. Franklin. I loved these times with him. Just the two of us, intimate and comfortable. To be honest, I loved my private time with each of my associates from the office. I yearned to more fully satisfy each of them in their particular ways, both in the office and outside when there was less time pressure giving more time to be shared. Each of them was widely different, which perhaps.