What a sight: a naked muscled torso and a huge bulge in his pants. My imagination went into overdrive as I sat on the bed in front of him, running a h...nd over his stomach and down onto the concealed length. Being able to feel his cock and see its outline, made me so wet again. I lay back and opened my legs. “Just watch,” I said, “watch as I cum for you.” My fingers worked overtime, rubbing and plunging in and out, and the squelching told how wet I was. I rubbed a foot over his bulging cock as I. He groaned, I felt him start to go limp and slip out of me. He quickly put his cock back in his pants, zipped up, then stepped back. My skirt fell naturally into place, leaving us both looking more or less decent.“Happy New Year,” he said as he gave me a quick kiss on my cheek, turned and disappeared back into the crowd of people still on the footpath.I bent down, picked up my panties, and as I straightened I looked into the window on the shop door and saw the little red light blinking. It was. " Bette Jean drank her own and felt the fiery liquid sear her throat and then spread in a warming glow through her stomach. This was the first time in her life she understood how someone could be driven to seek solutions in a bottle. Already she was beginning to feel better.Gary drank, sputtering a little at first and then getting the hang of letting it slide down slowly. Jesus! His first drink. After the first few sips it tasted good, warm and comforting.The television still glowed with. Oh, if I could only strip away our clothes and have a go at her! Thank goodness I was not paralyzed above my knees.I swear she rubbed her ass in little circles against me. Then with a little up and down motion that she repeated a couple of times she turned back to me with one little bottle in hand.Again she bent over to me and put an arm around my neck. "You do like my boobies, don't you?" Yes, I love them." Good. What do you think about... the other part?" Your bottom? It is wonderful." Oh,.