I kept pressing. I also kissed the uncovered part of her boobs. But you know, we men don’t get satisfied until we get the nipples. So I pinched her ...ipples over the bra. She moaned. I also kissed her nipples but over the bra. I kept teasing now. I was pressing , kissing, pinching her nipples. In some time she got desperate.She- surely you will kill me one dayMe- what happenedShe- as you know, pl remove nowMe- you only had stopped me to remove. So I was doing like thatShe- you are a teaser,. “For you to fuck me,” you say as you undo another button. “I’m going to, but not yet,” I warn you as the last button comes loose, letting your blouse hang freely and open. “Stand up,” again, not a request. You stand, just out of my reach. I close the gap and look hard in your eyes. You blush when you recognize the intensity on my face. My fingers reach for your jeans, repeating what you did to me earlier, but only partly. I unsnap them, then pull my hands away. I take you in. Your eyes show. Cyril tired and dusty as ever, took his dinner bag, and a brace of rabbits a friend had shot for him, grunted his thanks and went indoors, twenty hectic minutes now passed, as the lad filled the tank, topping the hydraulics, filling the radiator and allowed the oil to settle so he could check its level, before checking round and then starting the big workhorse once more to back it very confidently into its resting place in the open fronted barn, glad of his dads trust in him. Before returning. Whilst waiting for it to arrive, Dave showed Matt some of his vast collection of pictures of guys in briefs. He’d been collecting these off the net for years –whenever he found a pic of a good looking bloke in briefs, he’d add it to his file. He specially liked pics of two or more guys in briefs showing signs of a hard on and even better if they were embracing and rubbing their cocks together.He hooked up the computer to the TV screen, and switched to slideshow. The dick-filled briefs just kept.