Of course, there was little, if any, spare room for it to expand into; so, as it did, it was quickly thwarted; and though as his cock tried to become ...ully erect, the ring that secured it, began to press up against the back of his balls. It was uncomfortable, in one sense, but it was also curiously 'pleasurable', if that was the right word. Jackie was certainly a desirable young woman, but he would never have the opportunity to do anything about it.Jackie opened the door and stood to one side. What is going on? What is about to happen?The door reopens. You can tell immediately that I am not alone."Do you see what I mean? Doesn't she have terrific tits? And look at that pussy, so wet."Who am I talking to? You can hear what sounds like kissing. Yes, definitely, kissing. And small moans."God yes, such a wet little pussy. Do I get to play with her?" A woman's voice. One that seems familiar."Only if you're a good girl. I'm really going to enjoy fucking you. Tell her how you want me to. We couldn’t even cuddle in public, nor could we be having her sit on my lap while we cooed at each other and said sweet nothings like normal couples did all the time.So sharing intimate moments outside of having sex was essential to me—to us. It made our relationship ‘real’; it added the weight of legitimacy to it. That we WERE a valid couple in every sense of the word. That it wasn’t just built on the sexual taboo and thrill of us banging each other when we shouldn’t be. We truly desired to be. I started moving my tongue on her face and started licking honey from her face and she was trying to free her hands but helpless and I was kissing her neck and licking and she was moving her legs in air and moving her head and I sucked the honey from her face, neck, tummy now I was holding her both legs and started kissing her pussy and she was out of control and making loud scream and I did not care and I sucked her pussy for more than 30 mins and don’t know how many time she came in that 30.