His mouth then moved to mine, and with my arm still covering my eyes, he kissed me lightly on the lips before laying back down next to me again. I cou...ld not believe how good he could make me feel. How incredibly erotic and exciting it all was, being with another man. I knew I wanted more. I let my arm fall over to him and touch his hairy chest. I just layed there, in nervous silence, as my hand explored. Moving slowly, nervously, my hand found his thick cock. It took my breath away and made my. If he needs to come up for air, her thighs are ensuring that he can if and when she gets what she wants. And she does, as her body goes completely tense, and he feels her legs constrict around him once, twice, thrice, and she buries her face in a pillow and moans heavily, her first orgasm of the night a short, intense one.Her eyes still adjusting to the post-orgasm world, she looks down at him between her legs, and remembers what it is she agreed to. Were it not his birthday, she would have. Suddenly I thrust directly upward into you, with my two fingers reaching you so deep I can touch your womb's entrance. You bite your lip as a moan escapes, low but audible. People look around, see your flushed face and keep looking for a moment. I keep perfectly still deep inside you, to give you a moment to get to grips with the situation. Unfortunately your breathing means you slide gently up and down my fingers... not really helping...They look away again, probably thinking it was only their. They were going to drive him around and show him possible buildings that BTI could buy and set up a facility in. The Estate Agent had no idea what BTI wanted the building for and didn't really care, they just wanted to sell property, and they would sell Buckingham Palace to the Saudis if it went on the market. Mr. Weeks was show into the manager's office. He was a non-descript roly-poly man who shook Mr. Weeks' hand as if it was a thrown life line. Mr. Weeks barely noticed. He was staring at.