With one hand she cuddles my bulge with her palm and traces the outline with her fingers. Her other hand finds the button of my jeans, then my zipper.... Her nails gently sc**** my stomach as she reaches into my briefs and pulls out my engorged penis. I continue to attack her senses by sucking lightly on her neck, then roll my tongue over and kiss her softly. Her moans become louder and more frequent as she moves her body closer and with both hands, guides my 7 1/2 inches to her waiting pussy.. The idea that we're out there trying to make others' lives better, trying to make them happy, lifts my spirits. I also like to watch people and learn about them by observing their behavior. Christmas shopping is a great excuse to be out there among crowds and gives me ample opportunity to observe people. They are generally so caught up in shopping for others that they don't have time or energy to put up their emotional walls and their behavior becomes a reflection of their true selves, not. ?Fuck? oh god, please, make the pain stop!!!? he cried out, begging at the same time he continued fucking her hands. ?No, Paul. You will never achieve climax if you don?t embrace the pain; channel it, make it part of the pleasure of your orgasm. Then you will be a true human!!!? Mother Teresa continued stroking him, using her thumbs to stimulate the sensitive underside of his cock. In response, Paul embraced the pain. He allowed it to drive him, even as he was losing his mind to the irrational. I’m sat in an armchair, talking to Jed. He’s leaning in close, his face inches from his wife’s. Candace is already giving me an improved service. Her tongue flutters, her lips slither with just the right amount of pressure.?Good girl.?I pat them on the heads like poodles. First her, then him.Personally I’m a BJ guy. Always have been. I mean I love most everything else too but oral is my dish of choice. Somehow it feels less unfaithful to my wife too. I guess I agree with Bill Clinton on that.