It spreads things out too long. You shagged Ethel on the Sunday, we went back there on the Wednesday, then on the following Sunday you went and got lo...t for three weeks. See what I mean? You lost nearly a month before you saw Ethel again. Going in there now, but three weeks ago, will be too late." That's a pity. I'd have fancied trying again in her brother's car, and making it a bit more of an event for her. And without hurting my wrist this time. That was so embarrassing." Yeah, it must have. I was too nervous to come and sonaturally he won; although that ofcourse wasn't the objective.He was, or seemed, amazed at mystroke method...which was my grippingmy cock with the first four fingers,no pinky, and grabbing my dick fromover the top of my head rather thanaround the shaft. Of course my fingertips secured my shaft. Then I strokein both an up & down way, but alsoin a kind of twisting motion. At thesame time.Anyway he asked if I'd demonstrate.I did by beginning to stroke myself,knowing. She noted other pirates,and their slaves, looking at her. One of them had evidentlyenjoyed what he saw. He pulled up his kilt, as he sat on theground, revealing a huge male member. Aeffe had never seen sucha thing, so unlike her little brother's. The seated Vikingreached out for the nearest slave girl and pulled her down onhim, impaling her with his pole. The feel of a knife point at her throat distracted Aeffefrom the spectacle. She looked at her captor, saw a sunburned,bearded blond. I was standing there in my blue underwear, and you were in your green panties.You coughed softly. “Oh my,” you muttered. “Can I touch you?”“Yes, Marlene, you can touch me, you can do anything you want,” I said.You reached out, your fingers tracing the length of my penis through my cotton underwear, and then you saw the little patch that was wet with precum. You touched it. Then you surprised me completely, my shy little virginal lover.You rubbed my precum all over your finger, then all over.