"For the moment I'd like to concentrate on you," and he lay her down on the mattress and knelt beside her.Bill was taking in the delights of Louisa Sa...ntini's slim but oh so sexy body when he heard Emma's response. "Ooh, my boyfriend never treats me like this." In that case then," responded the young man as Bill moved behind Louisa to undo her lacy black bra while Raymond began to ease her panties over her hips, "he's obviously never had his mother teach him the finer point of pleasing a woman,". A hand touched my face, caressing my cheek and running over my lips. The coarseness of the fingers told me it was a man. Another hand stroked my hair, while two more softly examined my breasts.I reach out, searching for the hands touching my breasts. All hands pulled back. Paul stops me, saying not to reach out, we do all the touching. Paul drew my arms up over my head and wrapped another piece of satin cloth around my wrists to symbolically bind them, a reminder not to touch. Two hands. I know this makes it difficult to know when enough is enough, but there's a simple answer: ask her.GODI'MSOEXCITEDITFEELSGREATBUTIJUSTCAN'TCOMEIt happens to all of us sometimes - distraction, embarrassment, anxiety, or just an inability to "let go". What do you do about it? The first question is, can she easily bring herself to a climax in the privacy of her own home. If the answer is no - then she needs to do some homework. There are two books on the subject that I know of: "For Yourself: The. That hand was doing the stroking, s-l-o-w-l-y a-t f-i-r-s-t, then at what might be called a normal rate, and finally moving on to fasterfasterfasterfasterfaster until I ultimately exploded with a quiet aaah, my sperm spurting out into the toilet or onto my hand or especially onto the bed clothing. Or sometimes right onto the face or tits or cunt of the woman in the picture. That used to make the pages kind of stick together, which was both exciting and unimportant, because Dad had left behind.