" She ran the feather teasingly over my testiclesthen up the underside of my shaft, pausing to circle it around the now purpleswollen head. I never ha... really ever experienced what everyone called blueballs, but I began thinking I was about to. I didn't even care how it happenedby now, I just wanted to cum! I also quickly realized the torture of the feather.Its touch was firm enough to keep me extremely hard as she ran it up and downthe stiff shaft, but yet did not exert enough pressure to push. “I can’t let him see just 1 pussy.” I thought as I spread my feet then bent with straight knees.As I was bent over I hovered for a few seconds before picking up the package and standing back up. I looked at B and we smiled at each other then thanked the man and B and I started walking back round the house. As we got to the end of the side of the house I turned and looked back to see the man still staring at our butts as we walked.“That was fun,” I said, “He’s got me all wet.”“Me too, I wonder. I beat a hasty retreat back to my own flat and almost collapsed onto the couch. I lay there for a good ten minutes, my cock throbbing in my pants, reliving what I’d just seen, fully expecting a knock at my front door. But after an hour, with nothing happening I went to bed and it wasn’t till the following morning that things took an unexpected turn.2 The Morning AfterI was in the kitchen fixing coffee when there was a tap on the window and I looked up to see Hazel standing there. “Mike,” she. He urged her forward as his hips began to move. Her lips tightened and left a wet trail along the length of the cock plunging between her lips. He began to pump in and out of her mouth while at the same time her head began to bob back and forth."God," gasped Sam, in a surprisingly high pitched voice. He began to thrust harder until Brigid gagged as the unyielding head slammed into her throat. He started to make apologetic sounds and then seem to change his mind. He stepped back, pulling his.