Laying back on the cool sheets with nothing but a smile. Hand gently caressing myself until I was about half way hard. I notice the tip flopping aroun... as I started to softly stroke on it. Finally the ridge was as hard as ever, and the skin stretched tightly over ever inch. Slowing the stroke, and with some squeezing I managed to produce a few drops from the tip. Which I quickly used to slickin up my hand. Taking my finger tips, and rubbing it all over the length of me before I went back to. He'd been to Chicago plenty of times.For business, of course."They're trying to recreate the feel of that with this jazz club," Bencontinued, pointing around at the stage, the bar, the tables, andfinally the waitresses. "Now we just need some girls in bob haircuts andflapper costumes, and we'll really be in business."Tyler giggled. "I'm sure my boss could rustle some up for us." No thanks," Ben said, turning to Tyler and running a finger through hislong, wavy auburn locks. "We don't need you. .. it's so big... aaaah!' The combination of Mia's moans, loud slapping of meat smashing into her and smell of raw sex around me, had unwittingly intensified my original arousal. I had also completely blocked my mind from the fact that there was vibrator nearly fully lodged inside of my pussy. But my body had not forgotten that tiny vibrating thing. Since I had been preoccupied on Mia's distress, my own climax was as sudden as it was hard. If I had not been so completely stuck under the. Jerry cringed looking through the kitchen window at the back yard; it was so mucky, he couldn't make much out. Then, a mud-and-dung-encrusted ghost of a wolfdog raised her head from the muddy yard, and looked at him with her blue eyes.Something within that barely-living creature reached into Jerry's own eyes and froze his heart ... he'd seen worse; several times had he arrived at a scene and found dogs neglected to death. Jerry barely reacted to such scenes, somewhat bothering his fellow.