?She lay back in the water and reached over, palming my balls in her hand. I sighed as she cupped them.?They feel full,? she said. We both knew that t...sticles weren’t some sort of cum balloons that swelled up over time; sperm were re-absorbed into the body after a few days. But hell if it didn’t feel otherwise. I pushed my pelvis forward a little, presenting myself to her the way she liked. She curled her fingers around my balls and squeezed, massaging just a little... and of course my cock. I was enjoying it and she was sobbing. I just then pulled out my T and caught her in my grasp. She was only in her inners.Niharika came close to us and asked me to stop but I was in no mood to let this bitch go. She was weeping. My good side got better of me and I stopped. I did not want to force a gal. However, now it was difficult to get Aman down in just her inners. Niharika said that she will go down and get some clothes for her in the mean while she may want to be herself in the stream.I. The man of my wet dreams was never to be seen on porn magazines. However, being seen together with someone old enough to be my father, even in a bar or a club, there was no way. I would'nt talk about it to my friends either, because I didn't want to sound creepy. Thus, being sexually dominated by a mature male remained just a closeted and pervasive obsession of mine. Every now and then, I would imagine such a scene when masturbating, and it never failed to make me cum.Until that day when I'm on. She set a steady but brisk pace for herself. While not a trackstar, she outran several of the regulars on her morning runs. Up ahead she saw her finish line- a picturesque pond just past the boundary of the woods where the running trail wound through.She mentally urged herself to keep the pace until the end. She sat down on a nearby bench and drank some water while she took in her surroundings. The quiet of dawn gave way to the lively sounds of early morning. Children played on the jungle gym.