Bert didnt mind it so much anymore, either. At night, we still slept together, and more and more, I enjoyed being poked by his penis as he turned in t...e night. Sometimes, I reached out and put my hand on the underwear covering it, and occasionally, when I was sure he was asleep, I would put my hand under his pants and hold it. It gave me a warm, comfortable feeling. I was kinda jealous of him. Not that I wanted one, but he could hold it anytime he wanted. On night when we were nearly eleven, I. They had just had sex because of a work schedule, but that did not mean they were unaffected by it.Remy: "What do I think about when I masturbate? Well that varies. It depends on what happened that day for sure, but usually my go-to memory is some time where a boyfriend I was close with made me cum. Because it’s different with somebody you know and love as opposed to somebody that you are enjoying sex with – not just fucking but enjoying sex with. But nothing gets me off more than like that. Smiling he pulled out a pair of handcuffed and cuffed me to the tree. He walked around the tree checking me out as I laughed asking what he was doing. He then walked behind me and untied my top and let it fall to the ground. He then unzipped my skirt and slide it over my hips and pushing it down to my feet. I stepped out of the skirt as he pushed my legs apart rubbing my clit over the top of my bathing suit. I couldn't believe how turned on I was at the same time so scared of being caught. I rumbled into the parking garage at 9:45. I got a thumbs up from the attendant as I entered and quickly found a ground floor parking spot. Since the Road King would fit into seldom used spaces set aside for bikes and sub-compacts, I found one that looked pretty safe right in the attendant's line of sight and walked back over to him."Nice ride," he offered immediately."Thanks, glad to find a spot where you'll be able to keep an eye on it for me." Where you headed?" he asked as he punched a.