Your chest is pressing my tits flat and I arch my back to press them harder. I lift my legs up to encircle your hips and position your cock on what is...rapidly becoming a river flowing from my pussy. You can feel my slick, juicy folds sluicing over your hot throbbing shaft. You are so hard and all you want is to plunge into the warm depths of me, but you are intent on making me crazy insane before you enter me. You place your knees outside of my hips and rise up to a kneeling position over me. I. He didn?t bring up the previous night?s sore topic ofconversation again, knowing James would bring it up on his own eventually ? Mr.Potter wasn?t blind, after all, and he?d seen the way James looked at Abel,Jacob, the field-bucks, even some of the pickaninnies playing around the slavequarters, when James thought he wasn?t looking. James?s sleep the second night was just as restless ashis first. He hadn?t had a sexual release for nearly a week, since before theletter arrived that changed his. More on that later. Those lanyards are so cool because the bottle just hangs there in its little convenient holster right in the middle of the guy’s chest. Fuck, that’s the way to do it, for sure. Exactly where you need it, whenever you need it. Some guys were so clever and added two or three holsters to their lanyards so they can carry around multiple bottles. One guy had his all his opened bottles hanging on one lanyard. I think he had like 7 or 8 all lined up. Fuck it was hot, but I. Prudently, I tightened my grip of his package. “Are you seriously trying this?” He asked, with a quizzical tone. “Yes.” I stroked. “Are you telling me you’re not excited?” “For the final time, take your hand off me.” He raised his eyebrows and stiffened his grip on the gun. “Oh, officer. I can feel you getting bigger…” I teased. “I bet your heart is racing isn’t it?” I glanced to his raised hand. “Don’t worry… Your wife doesn’t need to know about this.” My thumb rested on his zipper and I.