He moaned softly as I pumped my hand up and down his shaft. Standing up, I pulled my blouse off and tossed it to the floor saying "Let's get co...fortable baby. Why don't you get those jeans off?" Unzipping my own pants, I pushed them down and stepped out of them. He kicked off his shoes and pushed his jeans and underwear down and off, pushing them to the side. I unhooked my bra, dropping it to the floor and his cock began to twitch as he stared at my tits. A steady stream of clear fluid. And that was something no amount of shopping was going to fix.As she strolled from store to store, her arm-full of bags getting larger each time, she couldn’t help but notice the ‘ache’. That is how she thought of it…no…that’s what it was. She ached. IT ached. Her pussy ached. It was not only psychological, as she had once thought. It was physical. She could feel the throbbing – slight, but certainly there. And she knew what it was, and how to ‘fix’ it. One hundred years ago, it was called. He was working in a fast foodrestaurant and part time in construction. He was barely making endsmeet and feeding his eight year old son. That was his pride. Lately hisimpressionable young mind was really taken by the 'new America'speeches that Jason was giving. He was really into that. He wanted tojoin the NSY, 'National socialist youth' and nothing that Craig couldsay would change his mind. He was serving at a fast food counter whentwo black suited women approached Craig. Craig saw them and. Eventhough she liked my gentleness, i could see some diappointment in her face.I asked if everything is allright, and she replied no. Reasons, she expected a macho man who would treat her as a slave, and did not want someone to behave very gentle with her. I told her that my approach would be gentle, but I can be as harsh as she expects. I asked her if she wanted to take a bet. She said chalo, lets try it out. She had just one request, using my long arms and fingers, she wanted me to tickle her.