I held her hand as we walked back to our table. I grabbed my jacket that I placed on the back of my chair, put it around her bare shoulders, and put m... arm around her as we walked out. Once we were in the car, I knew what was going to happen. She knew what was going to happen. I drove slowly, I could feel her eyes on me as I made every turn with prescision. My apartment complex was completely dark. I pulled into my usual spot , got out, and opened her door. She held onto my hand as we walked. ’ He gripped his shaft with three fingers and demonstrated. I attempted to copy the motion but could only get two fingers on mine. I stroked mine much faster then he was. Eric shook his head and said ‘not so fast. slow down.’ I did as he instructed, and I recall it felt great. We stood there jacking off watching each other. I watched as he quickened his pace and shook slightly. He stopped jacking and said ‘when you get that feeling it feels so good. I kept stroking as he looked on and I. It was a sentiment that Lindi fervently disagreed with. To her, a man’s penis was the fountain of his masculinity. It held the ability to deliver pleasure both to its owner and to the person whom he loved at the same time. It could deliver the very elixir of life – his masculine essence, his semen – from the depths of his testicles and into the welcoming embrace of his lover’s womb wherein, if it met and united with one of her precious ova, a new human life could be created. She appreciated. We talked about what if, as if, when we both know he had a c***d on the way with someone he didn't want to be with and I had a c***d with the Devil himself. He did the right thing and stayed with her and we did the wrong thing and fucked every night that we could in the sand. I was dripping at the thought of Castillo and the way he kissed my tits like they were some juicy fruit and he didn't want to waste any. I found myself with one hand discreetly on my breast, holding my nipple.