I had my orgasm but it was not strong enough. I continued to play pressing it against me tightly.I rolled it back and forth against my clit. Another o...gasm started to build. I knew that it was going to be good. I continued to press and roll it against me tightly. Then suddenly the orgasm hit and ohhh was it good. I just had to lay there and catch my breath. As I am telling you this, I start to slowly rock against you. As I continue to tell you about my orgasms, I rub harder and faster. My. Men had always given him lots of attention, and with childlike conceit he’d basked in their flattery and learned how to pose around in ways that encouraged it. That’s why Mr Hardwick used him as a photo-model so often. He was a pantywaist who knew instinctively how to position his figure and how to compose appropriate expressions. He could portray a sleazy tart if required, or act the naughty lad with mischievous, heavy-lidded come hither eyes. Alternatively, he could take on the guise of a. "Goodbye to my Manhood" what are they going to pleasure it till it fallsoff!?Matt made several futile attempts to remove the thong but it would notbudge. it was sort of painful trying to remove it as though the thong hadbecame a part of him. He then decided to inspect the damage so far, andhe tried to feel himself through the swollen up thong. He could feel hisshaft floating in the goo and his balls were like marbles. The thong musthave squeezed everything he had out of em.He laid down on his. Gail was pushing and rotating her hips, and moaning louder, telling me how good it felt. I stopped and let her calm down. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she implored. When I started with the vibrator again, I brushed it over her clit a couple of times and then went back to circling the swollen button. She arched her neck and back. “God, yes! That feels so good.” We went back and forth like this for quite some time, getting her near the edge; stopping; then bringing her back to the edge. Each.