Undoing your pants and reaching in to feel your smooth hard shaft between my fingers , the heat from your sex making me desperate to touch and stroke ...ou. After difficulty your cock escapes from the confines of the denim and causes me to take a huge intake of breath. Seeing your cock in person instead of endless cam sessions and pictures is nothing to the real thing, you seem thicker and longer than ever before and as I stroke up and down I can feel you pulse in my hand. Slowly licking your tip. Even wearing her night shirt she looked amazing. Trying to tell himself his thoughts where wrong but after last night's actions he knew this was pointless now he had step over the line and didn't see any reason to stop. Reassuring himself that she didn't say anything and didn't stop him . He hadn't actually hurt her had he. He had just stroked her legs. Maybe a little higher then he should have but he couldn't resist them. As she stood there total oblivious to Johns stares he also noticed how. Her cunt was very wet with what felt like natural lubricant, so I guessed she was enjoying my touch. I continued to kiss my way up to her neck while I slipped a finger between her nether lips and found her clit. I kissed her ears, her throat, and her cheeks while stroking her clit gently with a slight circular motion. She moaned with what seemed to be genuine rather than sham pleasure. I used the hand in her cunt to play with her clit, alternating with fucking her deep with 1 finger, then. "Stacey? It's time to go home darling."He heard me sob and I saw the door open in the mirror and my head sunkinto my hands."Oh Stacey! What's wrong?" he said walking over and zipping up my dress.Then I noticed he was dressed in a long flowing coat wearing a widebrimmed hat and looking rather like Kid Creole."Call me Carlos. Let me take you home." Thank you," I said remembering a line from Tennessee Williams. "I havealways depended on the kindness of strangers."For some reason I held out my.