My eyes rolling back in my head now to scan the memory of sequential bliss it was a natural progression from shock to feigned laughter to disinterest ...ut inevitably the clawing, knuckle dragging lust which led me to dumbfounded drooling at so much the hint of a swelling male member. I'd stroked my own cock enough times to should have known what it was capable of and slowly focusing more on the male performers' members as they thrust inside instead of the ebbing voluptous frame of the moaning. His do enough as it is. "Please." I mewl. "What?" He asks sarcastically, looking up at me and digging a third finger deeper inside. "I couldn't hear you. I'm swimming in the Pacific right now." He sucks on my clit again. "It's soaking wet out here." "PLEASE." He moves his mouth to my neck and probes his other head at my entrance, I guide my hips up, knowing it won't make a difference, he'll take his time, whether it be an hour or a minute from now, he'll wait to give me what I want, so that. " I call bullshit. I know you get hard when you just bump into something," Tracy said.Everyone at the table was nodding. Thanks, guys.I gave Tracy a patient look."Do I really need to explain how a guy keeps from having a hard on?"Tracy went beet red. Gina looked confused."I don't get it," Gina said."Obviously," I said without thinking.I got hit from behind with a napkin."Shut up!" Alan threatened me.I turned back to him, and winked as I said,"Sorry, dude, I couldn't help it." So what gave you. He released his wife and she stumbled forward, almost falling. Regaining her balance, she walked behind the counter and stood next to me, looking up at me.Erin was short, barely coming up to my chin. I could smell the herbal shampoo she used to wash her hair with. Staring down at her I saw that the roots of her hair were dark brown, so not a natural blonde, and her eyes were a hazel, brown with flecks of brilliant green. Bill followed his wife behind the counter, face reddening with anger. He.