We sit there for a long time, tongue kissing, grabbing hair, eyes closed and breathing more heavily, masturbating each other.“Wowww, Kay,” he whis...ers, “you are sooo wet down there...”I smile into his mouth and gaze down at his cock in your hand. His dry cock. “You're not,” I tell him. I wink. “But I think I can fix that.” Leaning over into his lap, I put my lips right on the head of his dick, kissing it while I stroke him. His hand has to come out from under me, and he uses it to play with my. Nothing much happened that day.Next day I kept my bike at her home and she took her Activa; I was riding pillion. I couldn’t muster the courage to hold her waist, so I just kept my hands on her shoulders. She was driving very slowly, but whenever a bump or ditch was approaching she would increase the speed a bit. As the activa passes over that bump/ditch, she would slide a bit towards back. Within 5 min, she shifted so much that a slight shift from my side would leave no space between us. After. ....and again. If you are willing to hand that control over to me again. None of the other girls ever got into it the way you did. You had innocence on your side and took the whole experience as an adventure to be enjoyed." "Well, you broke me down mentally with that butt-plug and leash. That was so ...I don't know how to describe it. My body had been invaded and now had to obey an object inside me that you controlled. And the whole 'number one' in the shower, how did you know that would. Come on, wipe those tears. Let’s get dressed and go to the pub.”~~~~We had a fantastic evening. There was an old upright piano in the pub and he amazed me by asking the landlord if he could play it."How the 'ell should I know?" the landlord said grumpily. "You can either play it or you bloody can't."Peter sat on the stool, flexed his fingers, and showed he was as one with the piano by playing tune after tune, everything from Fats Domino to Elton John. The whole pub sang along and we didn't buy.