As you removeyour right hand... from around the shaft... of His thick penis... andwhile leaving your left hand... down between... His hairy legs... an...inside... His flabby upper thighs... still playing... fondling...jiggling... and daintily squeezing... His hairy testicles... you leanupwards... over His hairy gut... as you take your right hand... and startstroking yourself... while staring down... at His belly button... His verydeep... hairy navel... and looks like... a fleshy cup... surrounded. I did a recce around the neighbourhood and liked what I saw. The mansions themselves were 1930s built serviced luxury apartments. No servants now of course, and their former quarters had been converted into an underground car park. The apartments overlooked a large park, and nearby was a bustling street market. I noted several likely looking hostelries and restaurants in the surrounding streets. Another plus was the railway station on the main line into central London. The nearby flight path. Fuck you, Pete. I didn't wiggle, I didn't play with his nuts, I just let him do all the work. My mind left the room, went back to Starr, beautiful Starr, my lover. It jumped to Dave, no, fuck you, Dave, you're a man and ipso facto you're no fucking good.Pete sensed my animosity and kept plugging away, pushing into me and holding my waist to pull me back onto his cock. He shot what felt like a weak load into the rubber, pulled out and collapsed alongside me, still on my hands and knees. He knew. Before I could fathom what was going on behind me, I felt what I instantly knew was the knob of his stiff cock. He pushed it gently against my tight asshole as I pushed my ass out even further up towards him. Although it started to hurt a little, a big part of me wanted it to make its way into me and I pushed back against the tip of his cock until I could feel just the head inside me. With that initial breakthrough, he pushed a little harder and now more of it managed to go in. My hand right.