“Yes.”Okay, okay, he had to make a habit of thinking before talking.“That is so uncanny!” Simon exclaimed and his mouth stretched into a large...smile. “My name is also Simon,” he explained.“Ah, that is, indeed, uncanny,” Carter shook his head and tried to pry his hand away from Simon’s now.“What’s your name?” the guy let go, albeit a tad reluctant.“Ahem, it’s Carter,” he said after a short moment of hesitation.“Nice meeting you, Carter,” Simon smiled again. “Do you run here often?”“No, I just. When my finger circled and tickled her navel, I felt the telltale shudder, letting me know that she was feeling it in her pussy. After her navel, my fingers moved over her clit and began to play with her outer lips, teasing her pussy. Her pelvis began to rock to the teasing, trying to force my fingers to move inside her. When they finally did penetrate her, I moved two fingers in and just held them there, softly gripping her pussy and mound between my fingers and thumb. The longer I just. "What is that?" I asked him. "This is a cockring". "And what's the matter with it?" "It is pulled over tail and sack - this is of course best in shaved condition and by the slight constriction keeps your excitement just longer and you do not splash so quickly," he told me. Then I remembered that he was wearing a black cockring every now and then."I have to try it out right now when we are back in the hotel." I grinned at him. "That was exactly what I wanted," Frank grinned back.In the hotel, we. Mum opened Jill's jacket, eager to see her lovely breasts encased in the filmy black lace of her basque, then as mum dipped her head to take a turgid nipple between her lips, Jill unfastened her jacket displaying her much heavier breasts almost spilling out over the top of her tight black corset.Slowly they removed each other's skirt and jacket, mouths still glued together, long strings of saliva dripping occasionally from their lips when they parted for air. Each woman had a hand inside the.