He would stroke all the way up and down once or twice and then isolate his strokes at the rim of his circumcised head and then begin again. With his r...ght he began to knead his balls. As his left hand picked up speed his right slowly crept down to his asshole where he gently pushed his middle finger in a little ways, moaning at the penetration. He tried to be careful not to make too much noise lest the family (a mother and a daughter—the father a very gone asshole) who was housing him, hear. As. ," she stuttered as she tugged at the waistband of her panties."It's up to you, Mary Ann Honey. If you want to take them off, that's great. If you want to leave them on ... for now ... then leave them on and sit back down."She hesitated then sunk back into the upholstered chair she had been in, directly across from me, underwear intact ... for now. She looked at me as if expecting further instructions. I just waited, still smiling, hoping she would get the idea that I had already told her what. Diane's hands slid up her sides and around to her back, where she pulled Emma tight against her. Emma grasped her hips as Diane moved her silk covered body against Emma's nakedness. "You ordered me think about you while I was waiting. That's what I've been doing." Diane slid her hands down the front of Emma's shoulders and grazed across her nipples. "You also told me to be ready to come when you got here. I've been teasing my body all evening without letting myself go over the edge. I need you. I took a deep breath and opened the door. The look on his face made my primping worth the effort. He didn't say anything; he didn't have to. His face said it all.Dinner was wonderful -- soft music, candlelight, delicious food. He took every opportunity to touch me, holding my hand under the table, brushing the hair back from my face. Each time he did, my skin tingled and my heart sped up. I couldn't believe how quickly I was forming an attachment to this man.We went dancing after dinner. It was.