My hand ran down over his hot soft skin, over the crevices of his six pack until my finger reached the edge of the sheet. I hesitated, looked hard at ...he mound rising and falling. Leaving the sheet, I slowly lowered my hand onto the mound where I met a soft and squidgy bulge. Now able to manipulate the sheet I pulled it tight around the bulge and I could now clearly see the outline of a penis and balls. My hands were shaking, my pussy was sweating. I stroked the penis through the sheet but I. I pull your head up off the bed so I can tie it around, holding your face against the hard bulge on my crotch while I do. As soon as you can’t see, I help move you so you’re laying close to the edge of the bed, I swing off the bed and you don’t feel me at all. I wait… letting you fidget in anticipation as you try to guess where I will touch you first. My lips kiss your forehead, then gone. A finger slowly drags a triangle from your left hip up to your navel, to the right hip, then gone. My. Maybe he was having a panic attack at thethought of the only thing worse than being caught picking up perfumewhen the guys would know he'd have no one to give it to, was to becaught picking up perfume because you're growing in your own set oftits!!"Sorry for the wait, here you are," the saleswoman said handing over abag far too small to be worth this stress."Thank you. Sorry to rush but......I have to take a crap," Marc saidtrying to come up with some reason why he bolted for the exit out. The host of the evening insisted that my wife and I stay for another drink, and led the way into the sitting room where we sat back in large armchairs, my wife sitting in a settee at the other side of the room. I haven’t mentioned up to now the fact that our host, David, was a blind person. This doesn’t affect anything at all, in any way, that’s just the way it is. Over the years we’ve laughed and cried together, got drunk together, we’ve all been friends for a long time. Whilst sitting.