." he started to rub his hands, he does it everytime when he is excited or gets reprimand for doing other things he is not supose to (like collecting ...y fallen down underwear), from his father."As you moved in our house, it started to itching, like it did never before" he said. He is like a young boy who has so childlike gestic and that makes him such a nice and harmless but still very naive. "Where it is itching you, i don´t want that you have to suffer because of me" i asked him knowing where. While the guards drank and talked merely, he crept up behind. Only the sudden his of the lightsaber and a red glow warned them of his presence. By then it was far too late. With two sweeping arcs of the red blade he cut them down, without a whisper from either of them.With a burst of speed he was gone moving like a killing wind: too swift to be seen but leaving destruction in his wake. The bodies of many would litter the ground tonight as he searched for his love.Launching himself up a flight. Rub it. Play with the head. Game. On.I pull out my balls-- heavy as hell with a built up load. It's been a few days.I check myself out in the mirror. My cock looks HUGE. I begin to stroke it. Slow at first. Then...gradually...a little faster...then a little faster. Staring at the picture of Lucy, imagining I was there with her-- jerking off while watching her cum. And I never even heard it. The door. Lucy entering the apartment, spotting me jerking off in the bathroom. I don't know how long she. ‘Can I touch you yet?’ I begged. He shook his head. His hand on my lower regions tangled itself in my thongs and ripped it from my body. It was so carnal I felt another wave of wetness leak from me. ‘Fuck me.’ He groaned. I had shaved before going out so my pussy was completely bare. Ryder looped one arm under my ass so that I was sitting on his arm. This made enough space between us so that he could touch me exactly the way he wanted. His thumb stroked my clit in one hard stroke and I groaned.