The heavy body on top of mine and the slow sensual nibbling, licking and kissing on my neck and ears made me squirm under him. The pleasure was just i...tense and at first he thought his weight was too much for me and he made a move to get off me, but I wrapped my legs around his shins. He was to stay right there and not stop what he was doing. In response, he pushed his hot hard pelvis against my softer bottom and kept the assault on my ears and neck with delicious wet kisses and that glorious. ”“You’re joking.”George was sitting on his bed. “Come on over here andlet me prove it to you.”–Five–Lisa swallowed hard. Was this just a line? She wouldhave never thought George would have had feeding linesto girls in him. Then again, she never thought he’d haveit in him to be as good in bed as he says he is, either.She looked at him. She almost felt she owed him, and itwould be easier without the rest of them here. And,after watching sex. He could see the sweat move in a slow trail between her breasts, down to her stomach - the droplets disappearing into the elastic top of her sweatpants. A small thin stream of saliva dripped from Isidor's open mouth, as the stirrings became just a little more intense. He felt his organ get a little harder. Harder than it did when he watched the Playboy Channel. Much, much harder. The woman splashed water on her face, then pulled a towel from somewhere below the sink. She wiped the sweat from. I threw my body against the ropes. But nothing would give. My cocked throbbed in its steel and nylon prison. I continued to struggle. I just couldn't quit. I had to fight to prove to myself I was captive. After twenty minutes or so, I stopped to catch my breath. I was sweating, gasping, and loving every minute of it. My cock throbbed some more, desperate for release and orgasm. It wanted so badly to be stroked, caressed, or even just touched. But there was none. The control top of my pantyhose.