Not to mention the tiny protruding finger that made a separate appearance, like my own cock did as it hardened, peeling back the foreskin on my shaft....Only in miniature. Finding immediate delight in the simple friction, or soft caressing touch of a single finger that brought as much pleasure, intensity to my cunt, as I did while stroking the full length of my rock hard shaft.Strange that I found myself actually missing that to some extent. Somewhat like I had heard about amputee's missing a. Is he still there I said yup and hes got his cock in his hand you must have him hard as rock by now. Without saying a work she reaches up and tugs at my belt and undid it with one hand I follow her Que and unzip my pants and she pulls them down and exposes my cock and she starts stroking it and leans up and give it a kiss on the head and takes me in her mouth. she now slides her ass so she is seated on the lounge chair and has her hand on my cock as she’s sucking it, I am stroking her. .its nothing!... What can it be?....She is up on her toes with her heart pounding and says in a shallow breathless whisper who,...is that.... who's there? ... still nothing... There is no answer, but she still holding her breath can sense that someone is there..... a rough forceful hand finally squeezes one of her bare buttocks quite sadistically, and another starts to pinch one of the nipples on her soft. Why, is the view bothering you?”I can’t stop looking down, I just feel.like a pervert.” and if you were naked I’d be staring too.There’s nothing wrong with looking if it’s on display.”So.I can kiss you?”Here, Get up on the chair.”I sat down and she crawled onto his lap. She lowered her mouth to me and started kissing me. I was clumsy and awkward and bumped my teeth against hers.”Put your hands on my butt, and lean your head back.”She leaned into me so her breasts were against my chest and she.