She could tell that her manipulation of my balls was sending me up the wall, so she concentrated on that. She grasped my balls with both feet, so that...they were held firmly between the bottoms of the toes of one foot and the tops of the toes of the other. She then alternately squeezed and released my tender balls with her lovely toes, while I jerked my cock wildly. Her toes squeezed my testicles such that they ached, but just short of being really painful. Finding that level of pressure between. He talked as automatically as he breathed. By stoppingme, he was, in effect, cutting off his own conversation.Obviously I had irked him far more than I had intended.Pearce tilted his head slightly to the left, the blackwhiskers of his weekend beard dragging against my skinwith a shiver-inducing rasp. Brushing his lips over mine,his tongue sought entry into my mouth. The intimatecaress tasted of the cinnamon mints he favoured,immediately eliciting erotic memories of other cinnamonencounters,. .well, shit, i have no idea how long but I know it was long enough that we got to a point where we were still except our heads and wandering hands. I could feel her pussy still rhythmically gripping and releasing my dick kind of like an orgasm aftershock. we disengaged long enough to look at each other. I was still in awe at how sexy her body was. She was not a model type by any means. Very feminine though. I'm not even a guy with a breast fetish per say but hers were magnificent and she. Sprawled out with space between the houses for children to play. Some houses were run down, others very immaculate. Most were simply just modest.Most of the cars were damaged or rusting away. Barely cared for. But the children, and the horses. The two largest forms of measuring tribal wealth were well cared for. We pulled up next to a simple yet immaculate house. everyone else's cars were already there. I wondered why no one came rushing out to greet us. Then Donnie walked to a fence and.