I sat down, my legs stretched out in front of me.We sat in silence for a minute when he put his hand on my knee. I froze, not knowing what to do. His ...and rubbed my knee and slowly started moving up my leg, rubbing the inside of my thigh. My eyes darted over and I could see his other hand was rubbing the front of his jeans. His breathing was getting heavy."Why don't you make yourself comfortable," he said finally, lifting his hand off of my leg.I didn't know what to say, I was still in shock. As soon as he pulls that thing out they go right back to normal. I’m not going to lie and tell you we can’t tell the difference. But that doesn’t mean we want to get stabbed by a monster cock every time we have sex. I sure as hell don’t. I need to recuperate for a while after every time we get together.”We watched the rest of the pictures I took of Cass that day parade across my monitor in silence. Well, not total silence. Denise had several orgasms thanks to the visual stimulation and Kyle’s. It was safe to land withoutbeing seen by any prying eyes. During my week in DC, the west coast washit by a fierce, persistent storm created by a vigorous low pressuresystem that had drifted east from the Hawaiian islands and made landfallalong the west coast. After a brief struggle with a sheet of ice blockingthe door, I entered my cabin and kicked off my boots, and tossed my bag onthe dinner table near the door. My body was warm and comfortable althoughI could see the vapor of my breath. I kept my eyes closed, still lying on my back. My heart was pounding furiously, my cock as hard as hell. The next thing I know, her hand is on my stomach (still wearing my t-shirt at this point), and was slowly tracing circles through the fabric. I let out a slight moan, letting her know she was having an effect.“Are you awake?” Zandra asked softly.“Uh huh,” I muttered. I gulped and she must have heard it.“Is this ok?” she asked.“Yes,” I whispered.Her hand continued to trace circles, which got.
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