Longer strokes, faster, my moans increased, the feeling was intense and so satisfying.I almost forgot I had John tied up on the sofa. I walked towards...him, pulled my panties down, removed John's gag and ordered him to please me with his tongue, after a hard slap or two to his face. He lapped at my grown with his tongue, thrusting in and out sending waves of pleasure through my body. I stood up and quickly put the gag back in place and moved to John's own grown. I undid his the zip to his. She had a thousand different emotions colliding in her mind all at once. She felt pride that she had inspired and excited him. She wondered how it felt for him to stroke his cock. She was frustrated that she couldn't pleasure herself. She was excited to be watching him. All of that and more all seemingly at once. And then his breathing turned to breathy, earthy moans and she knew he was close. And as his stroking reached a fevered crescendo, he let out a long earthy grunt as his cock exploded.. She smelled good. I drove home after that. I barely remember driving back to my apartment. I still smelled Vicki's scent on me. As soon as I got back, I stripped and took my shirt into my bedroom. I put my shirt over my face and sniffed while I masturbated to visions of being with her. I held off cumming as long as I could because I didn't want the feeling to end. I exploded shooting cum up over my head hitting the backboard and some splattered on my face and eyes. Cum does feel good in the. ”“Maybe it can. I’m not rushing you.“In the street, you mentioned that I was vaguely familiar.” He nodded. “I also feel like I’ve met you. Do you ever get to Washington, DC?”I gasped. “Actually, I live there.”“I have a couple of thoughts. Do you ever go to events at George Washington University or the University of Maryland? Public but academic?”“Yes. I’ve got to be careful about how much I want to disclose, but yes, at least seminars at the intersection of technology and public policy. I have.