When he tipped his head forward all I could think about was kissing the exposed flesh of his neck, reaching to whip off the gown then his T-shirt to c...ntinue the trail over his firm, muscular back. Feeling him tense and relax as I worked down his damp skin and kissed round to the front, unsnapping those bulging jeans and releasing the organic, mushroom-headed steel I craved inside me.I imagined sucking him to fullness, the delightful feeling of chamois shaft and flared head slithering over my. As soon as Marshal heard the bell dismissing the classes, he hurried out of the hiding place and went back to the hall, keeping a lookout for Gary. It didn't take him very long to find his friend. "Hi Gary" Marshal said sweetly, seeing that Gary was even blushing a little. "Oh, hi Mary" Gary responded nervously at first, then quickly got his confidence back, asking "What classes are you in?" Marshal dodged the question and asked one of his own. For the next several minutes he talked. Chris was much more European looking than she, he had all the grace of six feet one, and he was skinny, with broad shoulders and a slim waist. He was slightly stooped over, and gave you the impression his large-looking hands carried most of the weight in his body. He had a narrow, what would have been a stern face, with squinty green eyes, provocative eyebrows and a tight-lipped mouth. His hair was a light, honey-glazed brown, wavy and cut in a British-rock star style, long bangs and shaggy. I watched Brian stroke his cock and could see his pre-cum dripping down his shaft helping to lubricate his motions.“Look at my eyes” I told him. Reluctantly, he looked up from my crotch to my eyes. I smiled. “That’s it. You like jerking -off wearing your wife’s panties, you sissy?”Our eyes held with mutual effort. I was noisily moving the gyrating vibrator in and out of my hot pussy. Brian was stroking his erect cock. “What do guys think about when they masturbate?” I asked, holding his gaze..