About being the teacher. About just stopping my brain, stopping all the thinking and judging and... about being totally objective, you know? Concentra...e exclusively on the sensations of giving pleasure. Receiving it. And just stop thinking so much." She looked into my eyes. "Do you know what I'm talking about?" I think so."Again, she looked down thoughtfully at my cock. "Well, that's my fantasy. One of them." One of them? What are the others?"She said quietly, "I can't tell you yet." She. Se.Mere boobs tak poch chuke the…Wo nipples ko apni ungliyo k beech me masal rahe the…Meri.Cheeke nikal rahi.Thi..Par muh unke muhse band tha…Humne kuch.10-15min ek dusre.Ko chusa….Fir unhone meri.Track pant neeche karni chahi…Me khadi hogayi..Unhone pant aur panty dono neeche kardiye aur mujhe bitha.Diya…Mera top upar kiya…Fir mere.Pussy me ungli daali aur apna muh mere boobs par…..Me toh sathve aasman me poch gayi thi….Unki ungliye mujhe pagal kiye jaa rahi.Thi….Mera haath unke kurti k. Turned out to be an inaccurate choice of emphasis though - for both positive and negative reasons....The negative is simple of course. No-one has offered. Even cyberly there's only been one couple, from 10,000 miles away, which has kindly related. They've been good to me and I love them for it because she's white and he's black and fuck me, that is and they are as kinky as you can get so maybe that particular square has been filled out.....D.V. But that ain't helped get my rocks off as any. With those kegels and single strokes as she moved my balls were filling to burst with cum and must have been the darkest blue imaginable. I just wanted to start pile driving her. I was having trouble keeping still, but I really didn't want to ruin her night or plan. God, I'd learned so much about the pleasure of denial since putting that thong on. I was loving the torture. The makeup that she put on me felt heavy and felt like I needed to rinse off from the foreign feel of it all. I had to.