‘Not me,’ I reply, ‘What about you?’ feeling guilty about my selfishness. I hear the answer I want, ‘I can wait, I think it’s going to be... worth it.’ He circles my hand around his manhood that is already harder. With his hand still over mine, he shows me the movement he wants me to follow. The ring pierced through his foreskin remains a mystery and I make a mental note to ask him about it later. He gently guides my hands over the head of his penis, alternating with strokes on the shaft. He. I could see his butt flex as he used his hand to guide himself into her opening. And after a moment of holding still, he began stroking into her with slow, shallow strokes.“Ah, oh … oh, oh, oh … unh, unh, unh … oh, Paul … harder, please …” she was moaning in time to his thrusts.I could see her pushing back at him, timing the rocking motion of her hips to the burrowing action of his reciprocating cock. Then holding onto Olivia’s shoulders, he held her in place while pushing hard into her. And. Mom had sensed my disappointment last year and thought that maybe my going there might pick up Jennys spirits too. This was the best news I could have received! My folks left me in the care of my grandparents until June 10th, when I boarded a flight to Pittsburgh. Aunt Jenny and her sons met me and after stopping for lunch, made the hour-long trip to Loganburg. Although I thought Don was a real prick for dumping Jenny, at least he was generous with the divorce settlement. Not only did she keep. She watched his back for a second and as soon as he was out of sight, picked up his phone. It was still unlocked and in a few seconds she deleted all the pictures. She was about to drop the phone back among his clothes when a thought crossed her mind. Turning on the front camera she took a selfie of herself from the neck down. She scrolled though his address book to find his wife's number and attached the picture to a text saying "Home soon." She hit send, replaced the phone and headed for the.