He reached around me and gathered me into him, I lay atop him my own pleasurable feeling rubbing against his hip, he kissed my neck and licked my shou...der as I ground against him, seeking my own release, but never releasing his prize I jerked it and pulled, squeezing and kneading it, not really understanding the mechanics of wanking a man, but enjoying the experience and returning little kisses as we ground together closer.I dismounted his hip and turned away from him, forcing my bum hard. 'Following the directions, he waved through the room, glancing at thepeople he passed in the booths.One face caught his attention--he'd recognise it anywhere, even in profile,as it was now. He stopped momentarily, then continued, hoping not toattract any attention, and almost ran into the ladies. The face had been thatof his own father!After completing the purpose for his trip, he checked himself in themirror. No, it was very unlikely that his dad would recognise him likethis, especially in the. "I've already had my morning meal," she replied. She studied him as he put spoon after spoon into his mouth. "I see that they didn't do anything with your wound." She got up and brought some kind of a salve. She rubbed it in. It felt quite tender but he was a Tribune of Rome and was trained to endure pain. Her touch was light and gentle. He took a large swallow of wine. It tasted on the bitter side but he had worse from the merchants in Gaul. He reckoned that the grapes weren't as good as what. “Shit! Who’s that?” Lana questions, worried. she sacrifices her orgasm, ruining the climax as she bounces out of bed and looks out the window. Cum leaks from her snatch as she moves, her thighs rubbing together and causing her pussy to quiver, begging for attention. Unfortunately, she ignores her sexual cravings, scanning her front yard briefly before spotting Mark’s car. ”Mark?! Why is he here- Oh fuck!” She snaps her head at the clock, realizing the time. “Where’d the time go?” Lana asks.