He opened his mouth as if to speak, and after a moment of nothing I put my hand to his cheek, and pulled him down toward me. His lips were hot on min..., so were his hands as they firmly grasped my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. He let his fingertips slide over my chest and my breasts as they begged to be loosened from my bodice. I could feel the heat rising in my body and spilling over my hips and down my thighs, ending in a tingling sensation at my toes. I wanted him, more than. Thesilver-grey, oblong links were longer and heavier than the lighter, shorterlinks she was used to and the cuffs were fused solidly and expertly ontoher legs, just above the ankle bones, somehow. She felt as though shemight cry but she forced herself to keep her cool.She poured them two cups of coffee from the percolator on the table, stirredher coffee and looked at the telephone, then the kitchen clock. It wasjust after 8 a.m. and they had seven hours to get to Edinburgh and back intime for. I started to feel very naughty, like I was doing something I wasn’t supposed to. I mean, here I was with a childhood friend, staring at his hard cock as he stroked it and played with it. I noticed that he was uncircumcised, like me, which struck me as odd because I had never seen another uncut cock in any of the porno mags I had seen. I wanted to touch it, see if it felt the same as mine. I pictured myself stroking it in time to mine, playing and jerking both of us off. The thought made me feel. The strain was really showing on her lovely face. I suddenly realized that she had been stretching over to hold my hands all that time I’d been away in my thoughts; our fingers were gripping so tightly that I’m not sure either of us could have broken free. I let go and helped her up, giving her a close one-armed hug and running my other hand softly through her hair, stroking her forehead with my fingertips.We must have stood there in silence for another ten minutes; I was slowly getting my.