"Kristy stroked her hand up and down the length of my cock."Grandpa what are those?" she said pointing to my balls."Those are my testicles."Kristy lau...hed, "H! Ha! They look like two eggs inside a sock." Well they are sort of like eggs. This is where sperm comes from." There you go again - using those funny words" Well, I'm sorry but that's how it is. You will just have to learn what they are. Now, do you remember what these are called? " I said as I cupped my testicles in my hand."Yes they are. I would have never thought that one day I would be watching so closely a man groping my wife. I look to the bartender, but he completely ignores me. He looks at his other hand that is placed on the pubis of Murielle and plays with her clit with his fingers. Unless he is also looking as fascinated as I’m to the cock of the bearded man going in and out of Murielle’s pussy in long strokes? The man is standing between the thighs of Murielle, holding her left leg upwards while fucking her in a. Then she saw Buttercup had halted in a crater ahead of them, which was still slightly smouldering and in which could be seen some small traces of metal which she guessed was probably shrapnel. Or possibly something else. Puffing and wheezing she caught up with her lover and was about to greet her, to reassure her that she was well, that she hadn't been shot, but was forcibly prevented from this by Buttercup forcibly grabbing her arm and urgently indicating with a finger to the lips that she. O'Donnell," he said.Ann began to sashay to him, her hands cupping her breasts, and caressingher sides and hips as she walked. "Say it again," she said."Happy Anniversary, Mrs. John Patrick O'Donnell." MMMmmm," she groaned feeling herself then sliding the slit of her gownso that she was exposed to him. She squatted down between his legs, andthen crawled sensuously up his body to kiss him. Her tongue slashedthough his mouth tasting the whiskey, slowly sucking on his lower lip asshe drew away. .