I shook off my prick and put it away. I was going to have to figure out this playing around stuff. How come it was OK for her to reach inside my pants...and play with me but not for me to look at her titties?One thing I noticed was that it had taken longer today to make me shoot than it had with Nancy Jo's hand on top of my pants yesterday. And having Becky Sue's hands actually holding it was a lot better than when my pants were in the way. Shooting off is great, but feeling her playing with it. As I shot my spunk across the bath, I press back, it coincides with Paul’s up down motion just being aligned to my hole. He stops, I press back. I cum, he stops moving. I cum, he presses forward, I press back, his cock head enters me. I need to cum all over again, but his stroking is too sensitive. I react by pulling away from his hand, oops I press on his cock. I pull forward in surprise and enter his fist again. Fuck, my body doesn’t know what to do with everything going on, wanking, cumming,. Preying on the ones with authority, or at least authority when I was alone with him. I don’t know what he was like in his daily life, I could only assume that he maybe more of a middle man in a working class field, depended on for some things, but mostly reporting to someone else. This was just as much of a release for him, than it was for me. I found the whole meeting peaceful a way to get a hold of my dominant side, by witnessing the submissive side of it all. Understanding the role, the. When she was wrapping the bags bending down, I could see her front side from side and clearly see her beautiful breasts hanging inside wet transparent shirt. When she stood straight, I could not remove my eyes from here. She is completely wet in white synthetic shirt, the thin white bra cups could not hide much below and the nipples were poking out in excitement. Her white wet shirt was sticking on her body like second skin and can see upper part of her breast, cleavage, naval clearly through.