She began to say something and I put one hand over her mouth. ‘Hush. Your game but my turn. Close your eyes and just feel. You can have your go late... if you want to.’ I returned to her ears, tracing my fingertips through the whorls and folds. I felt her relax against me and make a contented little sound. My hands drifted lower and I began to stroke her jaw and neck, and then lower still, and ran my fingers lightly over the tops of her breasts. She gave a small sigh and her body seemed to melt. The middle ring it was then.As for the spacer allowing the gap for my trapped testicles to bulge out, the shortest one fitted that comfortably, stretching them quite nicely and presenting them to her hand as a nice display. While I might possibly be able to extricate my penis backwards when soft, there was absolutely no way that my testicles could ever gain release so it would be both pointless and extremely inconvenient if I did so. I've seen this point made on other forums, they say that no. ”“Yeah, you got that right. We should’ve had a lottery. Sold chances for ten bucks a ticket.”Nikki’s pregnant, too. Another thing to pray for, after her first one ended in miscarriage. But she’s Nikki, and in some ways she’s bulletproof, and I’m very happy for her. Grandma Desai’s been giving her Shiva shrine a workout as well. Me, I’m with whatever works. Nikki NEEDS a baby.Cindy, on the other hand... “Okay, I need to visit Los Alamos again in a month. Conference.”“Normal schedule? I. The most Simon had been able to draw out of Whitney was a light trickle that would barely fill a tablespoon. While Whitney was trembling and twitching from her orgasm Roger was caressing her legs and body. Alexis had moved to get up and grab something from her vanity desk. Turning around, Simon saw Alexis had donned an insertable strapon, which was far bigger than his or Roger’s dicks. However, it was at this same moment she noticed him standing in the doorway watching. “Don’t you know how to.