.preferably both. It was summer so I was wearing running shorts and a muscle shirt playing it up for all I was worth. I had the shorts hiked up a bit ...nd my cock was dangling outside of the briefs, but still under the shorts so I could stroke while walking or waiting.I had graduated to wearing a cock ring and, often but not always, a butt plug. Walking with a plug in feels good and is quite exciting; and, for me, quite risque...I had stopped in a dark corner that was a ramp down to the day. During that time Jason drank a few beers and I had a few glasses of wine. Then Jason asked me if he could switch to wine. I naturally agreed. After Jason switched to drinking wine we had a glass each and then the bottle was finished. Jason offered to go into the cellar to get the second bottle which I had bought. Jason had been gone for a while and I realized he probably could not find the other bottle of wine and so I went down into the cellar to help him. Jason was studying the rack closest. Her purse arm hanging in the air as she tried to run in heels. She wascertain that she really wasn't moving much quicker this way, but shecould feel her tits and ass jiggling more viciously. The heavy bouncingon her chest eventually threw her off balance, causing her to fall hardinto the closed door.She quickly fumbled for her keys and hurried through the threshold,slamming the door behind her. She cautiously looked around as shedropped her bags near the door, causing their contents to spill. Me: kyu? She: tum kya bole last mein paper ke baare. Me: kya bola? Kab? ,I knew she was talking about wat I said’kitna lucky hain paper’. She: chodo kuch nahi. Me: batao na yaar bina tension ke. hum dost hain chupane ka matlab nahi. She: kitna lucky hain paper bola na wahi. kyu bola? Me: aur kya yaar itna beautiful cheez ko itna aasaani se touch kar raha tha paper tho lucky nahi hain? She :waise kaunse beautiful cheez ko touch kar raha tha paper. Me: samay aane pe bataunga aunty. Mein busy tha.