Just then he heard a noise, outside, it sounded like an engine. Jennifer, the bitch, Dave thought. ‘Bloody cock-tease, hanging about naked like that... next time we’ll all fuck your ass,’ one of them shouted, as Dave relievedly watched their silhouetted figures disappear through the doorway they’d entered by. Dave didn’t even try to move until he heard their motorbikes leave, just in case it was some sort of sick game they were playing and were really going to come back and fuck him. The noise of. Uhmm how are you? — Good, well uhmm better. I can’t sleep I uhmm god, I can’t stop thinking about how good you looked earlier. That white bikini didn’t leave much to the imagination, Mara why are you still here? Why didn’t you go home? Why do we keep doing this when we both know it’s wrong?! – I don’t know, I think I love you… — You can’t! It’s not right! Get your clothes on, I’m driving you home. I couldn’t help myself, with a quick move I removed my towel. I stood in front of him completely. My theory is that without the need to spurt, your orgasm is now more like that of a woman's as it is my experience that when females do orgasm, they have a more pleasurable feeling than us men. The object of this "deep wank" is of course to exercise the muscles that come into play when you orgasm. The muscles deep in the root of your penis and the ones that make your balls spasm. You will be drained and exhausted, but as in any training, the next time you do it, it will be easier. Do this. I let out a low sigh as you slowly begin to worship my body, beginning with my feet. You suckle on my toes, the red polish bright in the light as I wriggle them, your hands slowly kneading and caressing my bare feet. You take your time, pressing into them as you rain soft kisses and licks down on them, your hands sliding up my legs and down, rubbing and massaging.I relax into your touch as you take your time, your tongue now gliding up my legs, swirling patterns on my flush skin. I can feet.