There was a lot of noise from the women on the TV screen for their false orgasmic rush but Maurice was focused on the man’s climax and not looking a...t the TV screen at all. Every muscle from the man’s shoulders, chest, belly and the legs tightened like a stretched rubber band. His hand around his balls got still, groping the meat mass with force and kept squeezing those extra large eggs. His head was shaking from side to side on the pillow.Quickly, he stopped stroking producing a loud gasp and. Dreamy! I spat on my free hand and spread more of my saliva on her anus and my fingers. Her rosebud was now almost slurpy soft, she was relaxed. So I inserted one finger and as I did nibbled her balls (one knee now supporting her bottom exposed coiled position) started to gently stroke in and out - every now and again spitting for lubrication. As the club music could easily be heard, I was using its beat/tempo as a guide and one particular tune fated at the most opportune time - I still use. If you are saving yourself for some girl, have the decency to let either her or me know, so I can make other arrangements." You?" he squeaked, I grinned at this and thought I should step in a little."Yes tiger, make sure I get my share." He went a little red, and I took pity on him, and held his hand. "All I am saying is you don't have to, but any time you want me I'm available, but don't offer if you don't really want to, mum can make arrangements for me elsewhere if she knows in time."So far. My finger teased my clitoris through the red sheet. I was ready for the day with Bobby. The last day of our long weekend. I had to work and he had school tomorrow. He would sit in the last seat on the left side of my first-period class. My finger still busy between my legs.I heard Bobby banging around clumsily in the hallway. I figured he was still sulking from last night. I smiled to myself. He would just have to get over it. I would have to show him that I did not appreciate his decision last.