So slow and easy, just getting used to our coupling. I wish I could describe what I felt, but I just can’t. I remember it so well, yet I don’t thi...k I’ll ever be able to describe it fully. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay on my knees like I was for much longer, you knew as well. We had started to be able to read each other’s bodies several weeks prior. You rolled me over and I wrapped my long legs around you, pulling you to me. You kissed me hard. I begged you to fuck me. Again, you had read. Well, she thought, excepting our two nights spent with our neighbor, the voyeur. Ray had not arrived easily to the point where he was comfortable with Cynthia letting her breasts show through her blouse or allowing strangers peeks up her skirt to see her smooth, wet pussy. It meant the world to her to have her husband finally enjoying her exhibitionism, her desire to be seen by strangers so strongly placed in her mind that there was decided relief the morning after he’d let her show herself in. I mean, my hands are big and I know it burns, but he lets me right in. I make a fist and start moving it inside him. The more I move it, the more he screams about how bad I’m hurting him. Once I’ve got him good and sweaty, I tell him it’s ok to stroke off if he wants. He pulls on his cock a few times and blows another load on the pillows. I pull my hand out after he stops twitching. He likes me to stand up before I take the gloves off so I can drop them on his back. While I’m putting my shirt. Insgesamt ein recht trostloser Anblick. So fühlten wir zwei uns, auch wegen unserer Kleidung, hier etwas fehl am Platze.Doch da es sich ja um ein Treffen mit guten Freuden von uns handelte, betraten wir die Bar um nach ihnen Ausschau zu halten.Innen verbreitete die Bar eine eher düstere Atmosphäre und ihre Gäste waren auch nicht besser: An der Theke und am Billardtisch sah man einige nicht sonderlich gut gekleideten Männer zwischen 30 und 60 Jahren. Die Luft roch nach Zigaretten und es wurde.