He was right about that. She couldn’t believe she’d done that either. She’d never flirted in her whole life, as far as she knew. Maybe a little ...bit with Richard, when they were dating. He’d made all the moves then, kissing her and touching her, until she was so hot she let him do all kinds of things she knew she shouldn’t. But they’d felt so good!She knew she shouldn’t flirt with this man either, or let him flirt with her. But it felt so good!She sat there for another ten minutes, her mind. I froze cock in hand. She looked and me and said can I help. I was like, what? No you can’t; but I want to she said. As she walked closer to me and moved my hand away and replaced it with hers, I’m really good at it you’ll see she said as she started to stroke my cock with on hand and play with my balls with the other. It felt so good having someone play with my balls and stroke my dick, by now u had my eyes closed and when I felt a hot wet feeling. I open my eyes and looked down to see. Slowly, the pain stated to ebb away. Then I felt Jason push forward again, thrusting his pelvis forward. There was another burst of pain, and he held still, before pushing in when I relaxed again. By now he was all the way in, I could feel his pubes against my balls. Slowly, he pulled out, then pushed back in again."Hurting any more?" he asked"Not really." I saidThen he started going faster and within three thrusts I could see why he'd wanted to share the feeling. I was moaning in pure. She pulled her dress on and took a look in the mirror. Her hair is a mess and her handbag could be anywhere, so no make up or hair brush. She scrunched her hair and it looked half decent. Her dress looked really out of place. it looked as if she was ready to run home, the walk of shame. Not the impression she wished to give. She noticed my shirt was on the chair. She took off her dress and slipped on my shirt. The smell of my cologne almost sent her head spinning. She glanced in the mirror, she.