..part of her wanting to get up and leave, part of her wanting to stay and offer herself to this stranger. A drop of sweat formed on his ...forehead, and as she watched, trembling inside, the drop trickled down his nose. It hung on the end of his nose for what seemed an eternity, then dripped onto his lips. She was struck by the urge to lean over and lick it from his lips, but she barely resisted. A small voice in her said, "Girl, it's time to get out of here!" But before she could. I reached for his hand but he jerked it back. Then I gathered myself and gripped his shoulders, smoothed my hands over them to clasp the back of his neck and tilted my head forward to touch his forehead and said fiercely, "Tell me what is wrong." He shook his head against mine. "Tell me!" His breathing was ragged from his tears and the running but being so close to me caused his breath to fall even harder, hot on my neck. He rolled his cheek against mine and my resolve weakened as his tears wet. So, as he bucked his hips up and down, his cock sliding through my loosely clasped fingers, his pre-cum flowing heavily down the shaft, as well as over and through my fingers, I kept watching his facial expression---and I saw, unmistakably, that special look, that look that said 'ORGASM!'"Come for me, Walter," I said, looking him in the eye as I did."Oh--OHH, YESSS!!!" He said, and at that moment, we both watched as his load of sperm exploded out in thick pulse after thick pulse of hot,. I did not express any dissent from their explanation even though they had obviously acted scenes that were a matter of common use between them and their mutual enjoyment had been obvious. They withdrew to cleanse themselves under the Lady Petrova’s prodigious shower, leaving me hanging in the apron’s pocket. Griselda had loosened the ribbon at the pocket’s mouth allowing me to slide down and repose myself. I availed myself of their absence to take a catnap, waking as I heard them return to the.