“You want to pass through Customs,” the girl explained, “and so I’m asking you if you have anything to declare!” She grinned at Jack. She wa... enjoying making him squirm. “Um....no....no I don’t have anything to declare,” he replied, taking the line of least resistance, “but I would really to get through to the toilet if you don’t mind!” The second girl pushed herself from the wall and walked past Jack pressing her body against him as she passed and she took her place behind him. His cock. Her coos of satisfaction and my labored breathing filled the air with the sounds of fulfillment as I stood before her, still between her shapely legs. She was an angel lying before me, the look of contentment filled her expression, truly a beautifully sexual being, and we had found each other only a cosmic instant before by chance. She sat up on the bed and reached for me, my orgasm had left me a bit withered, but still fairly erect as she took the shaft in her hand wiping the. Now... After all that sex, all those women, and all those years, did it get old? Nope. So what did/do I still enjoy about it all? Here's the thing...A new woman is always a mystery. That never gets old. Consequently, I was always on edge trying my best to find out what in the hell she liked and what really got to her. Most of the time that wasn't easy but I loved trying to solve that delicious mystery. For instance..."Did she love kisses and nibbles on her neck? Or was she ticklish and that. It is only semi-erect and he is stroking it. He stands slightly to one side of the woman so that we can see him as he fondles the woman's arse through the knickers. He takes his time, enjoying the sensation. At one point the woman says, "Yes," but the reason is unclear. Now his cock is hard. He moves into position and points the knob at where the fabric covers her crack, pushes gently. Then he moves closer, lets the full length of his prick lie against the material, allows her to be aware of.