Do me. Make love to me Alex. With that he took her hand and he placed it down into his crotch. That felt good to him of course. A woman touching and f...eling his manhood, to him, felt absolutely wonderful. He let go of it. She pressed her hand, harder, against it, and as he hoped she rubbed it around his crotch making him feel even better. “Mmmmmm Sarah,” he uttered. “That does feel nice you know,” he told her quietly. “You like how I did that did you?” she came back. Looking at him he smiled. If Amelia’s palms are on her flesh, it’s my fingers that lace over the back of her hand and thread between her fingers, eager for the softest touch of breast and the hard tip of nipple, rolled between her fingers. If it’s my hand that cups her breast first, her smaller palm holds my hand to her heart, and her other hand reaches for the back of my head and her fingers run through my hair. Amelia pulls my head towards hers, and we kiss. Our first kiss is always slow and soft and gentle, full of. It was too early to turn in so Tom suggested ‘Hey, do you want to watch one of the porno channels? My treat – I’ll put it on my bill.’ ‘Sure I said – why not.’ I hated to admit it but I loved porn. Tom picked out some movie and we both laid there in our swim suits with only the bedside light on watching the flick. We weren’t very far into the movie and I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Tom was rubbing himself through his suit. I thought back to the night before and became instantly. .. I got a real good lay with her a couple of days ago, when I was through here... thought I'd look her up, again!" Sorry, Buddy... I can't help you..." the bartender said."Name's Dottie Scott... good looking... damn good legs... and she really knows how to wriggle her ass! Hell! It cost me twenty bucks for less than an hour with her!"The bartender looked aghast at him, then cast a surreptitious glance at Gabby Scott. Good Christ! Gabby's wife! "Look, Buddy! I think you'd better drop it... just.