I wasn't anxious to do it again but in a way I was feeling a rush of anxiety I couldn't explain. He was sitting on the bench with his back against th...e table and stretched his arm in front of me (I was sitting facing forward) and began to rub his cock under his pants with his other hand. My breathing increased when I saw him fondling himself and I couldn't take my eyes away from him massaging himself through his pants. He smiled when he saw me watching him play with himself. Can I do it with. After all, mine was state of the art only a short time ago. The "best" is a relative term. The "best" has a short lifespan.I apologized to her when we inadvertently bumped into each other. "Sorry, I didn't see you." No problem," she answered, intent on the store demo.I watched her make the phone go through its paces then asked, "So what do you think?" Think about what?" she asked."That phone. Do you think it's worth the price?" I don't care about the price. It's an iPhone. Everyone has an. Things went on as usual until I saw a spark in the eyes of one my close college seniors. We used to be good friends back in college and did spend some good times together roaming around the city and sharing an ice cream. However, I slowly lost her contact once we were done with college. But, to kick start things up, we had a common entrance exam post-college which kept us talking again. Good times they were I should say. As it happens we decided to stay together and prepare for the exams. I. It normally takes plenty of lube to get my hand inside her but Paul's thick cum did the job perfectly and I slowly slid 2, then 3, then 4 fingers into her. She was so turned on and adding to the mess with her own pussy goo. That final step when fisting, of adding my thumb and then ever so slowly slipping my whole hand into her open cunt is such a turn-on for us both. I was up to my wrist inside her and doing all the moves she loves ... rotating my hand, pushing against the back wall of her.