I did all I could to concentrate on the photo that pleaased me too, as there was a man, the one I contacted, not far from me, who was touching himself...slowly.I snapped, I looked at his cock. He was hard. It was both big and long. I forgot to wank, but I was still hard just by looking at it.He : "Why did you stopped ?Me : *After taking a big breath*... Here it is... You move me.He : Why ?Me : I'm looking at your cock.He : You love ? By the way, I'm looking at yours, too.Me : Hum... I don't. Or me uske ghar par t-shirt or barmuda pahan kar gaya tha or kuch hi din pahale ki baat hai to sardi bhi padne lagi hai. Waha jane par usne mujhe jis kamre me sona tha wo dikha diya me usme late gaya or wo dusare kamre me chali gaee thodi baate bhi hue. Uske ghar par cable connection nahi tha jiski wajah se mujhe boring mahsus hua to me thodi der latne ke baad uthkar ghumne lag gaya ghar me hi. To seema dusare kamre me late rahi thi wo waha se uthkar aaee or pucha – “kya baat hai bhaiya neend. As I pulled it away I realised just how wet she was - her panties were soaked through. I turned my hand over, and ran first my thumb, then my fingers over her slit. Ella gave a small whimper and looked around the room. It was almost 3am already, and a couple of people still left appeared to be asleep. She grabbed my wrist and pulled it back towards her dripping cunt. So I stroked some more, gently kneading her through the wet material, until with a huge shudder, Ella silently came on my hand,. She didn’t like to give head but I managed to get her to do it once and it was really nice for the short time she did it. Her figure was nice; a touch heavy, but more muscle than fat. She had great, powerful thighs that she use to hold my head tightly with while I licked her juices from her pussy. Her breasts were very full, but not so tight as my girlfriend’s. My wife was expert at finishing me off by hand and I would straddle her while she pulled on my cock so that my juice would splash all.