Hand gently caressing myself until I was about half way hard. I notice the tip flopping around as I started to softly stroke on it. Finally the ridge ...was as hard as ever, and the skin stretched tightly over ever inch. Slowing the stroke, and with some squeezing I managed to produce a few drops from the tip. Which I quickly used to slickin up my hand. Taking my finger tips, and rubbing it all over the length of me before I went back to gripping myself. I watched as the drops came more. ”I was a good boy and followed her orders although my instinct told me to follow her to the bedroom to get a good look at Doctor Bones’ bones.When she came back into the kitchen, she was wearing a lovely yellow apron and absolutely nothing else underneath. I could see everything she had in the goody locker when she bent over and looked into the over to see how her meal was progressing. Her bottomless parading had an immediate effect on my equipment as I did my best to hide my outrageous. Before we went back into the living room, she told me something that made me forever lose interest in dating her, or having her as a sexual partner. She told me that, while my cock and the amount of cum I produced was impressive, that I fucked like a virgin, and that she had 'faked' her climaxes, though I'm more than sure the way her legs shook after each one was evidence of her lie. I had sex about five times, including this story, so of course I wouldn't be an Adonis of sex! So I left, the. Karthik looked at Frieda in embarrassment and then at me with a grin. There was only one sofa in the lounge and Frieda sat in the middle, asking Karthik to sit beside her, I sat on the other side. Padma started to dance. It was a fast song she was dancing to and she soon built up a sheen of sweat. Garments came off one after the other, till she was only in lycra briefs and bra.I looked at Frieda who seemed to be enjoying the show almost as much as Karthik, whose eyes were transfixed on Padamas.