I've been hoping you and I could see each other again, and become better acquainted." I've had a nice evening," Shirley said. "I don't see why we coul...n't do it again, sometime."That "sometime" phrasing was a little discouraging. I wondered whether it was meant the way it had sounded -- like I could expect only a cool reception, were I to ask Shirley out again. I decided there was no time like the present to try to clarify matters. "I was -- hoping that we could see each other again quite. "You know just what I need."The hairs of his sheath tickle her ass and she sways back and forth on his buried shaft. The emerging missile spreads her walls as it burrows deeper into her cave. She can feel her walls stretch before his meat. Every inch of penetration brought a new wave of bliss to her soul. Before he was even fully out his hips start rocking back and forth.Cronus's thrusts bring his cock shooting quickly out of his protective scabbard. The massive phallus quickly pierced her. She felt her skins have fallen apart. ?Get back to your original position? said the lady but did not stop beating. Alisha started pulling her hands over her legs but it was not easy, as now the lady concentrated on her breasts which were defended till now by her hands when it was in front. Alisha understood she will not stop beating unless she places her hand behind her back. She lied onto her belly and pulled her handcuffed hands back behind her back. The lady went out and came back with thick. But that's just my opinion.I have no idea why I get wet when I imagine some man or woman watching me do myself. All I know is that it feels GOOD when I think about it.And it feels better---waaaaay better---when someone watches me for real.Way better.Like last Thursday afternoon when I laid this cute cop I know and his female partner was sitting in the same room with us the whole time, just watching.They were on duty so she was wearing her uniform with her gun and everything and her radio kept.