With my hands between my thighs, I could feel my cock becomeinappropriately hard just looking at that face. Although I could tell itfelt smaller, I w...nted those lips in the mirror to wrap around my dick,but in reality they were attached to my own mouth. It was a bizarredichotomy, feeling that way about yourself, but not immediatelyassociating a face as your own. However, in all of my distraction, Ihadn't heard the bathroom door open up behind me.Startled, suddenly hearing footsteps behind. This is so slow, so tender and intimate, I’ve not known anything remotely like this before. Nothing breaks the still silence of the room but my now laboured breathing. I’m desperate to come, and you know it. All I can do is to flex my hand in yours, where you feel and reciprocate your desire to share this loving gift, this intimate moment. You take my shaft in your right hand in an upright position and gently rub me up and down between thumb and forefinger. Your fingers are skilled and. "I'm not allowed to discuss this with you, John. Sorry, that's one of the rules and I've probably said too much anyway," Morgana replied, effectively ending the conversation until we reached the office.Back at the office I enquired as to whether anyone had found out how Ímar Ua Donnubáin had gained access to the inner areas of Kurukshetra prison."We don't know yet, John," said Morgana. "And believe me it is a worry to the Council and Mage Vera. Naturally he's refusing to co-operate so far." Has. Without letting on that you had registered my girlish interest, you smiled inwardly with satisfaction, and a warm wetness made a small damp patch on the crotch of your bikini.After a while, you reached behind your back and untied the two strings of your bikini top – one of them across your back and the other a halterneck. When they both parted, the sketchy garment flopped onto the towel underneath you. You were not exactly topless as a result, because your nipples were still resting on the.