Lenore and company never fail to seize an opportunity to publicly pointout any guy's involuntary biological reaction to the flirty andsuggestive cloth...ing they wear and the flirty and suggestive ways theyflaunt themselves. Especially me!Let me tell you, nothing embarrasses a guy more than having his erectionmade the center of attention and then being called a pervert. But whatred-blooded guy in his right mind wouldn't hesitate to stare at threegorgeous babes surrounding him in see-through. Before bouncing off the platform, rolling across the yard, the eyes still open in disbelief. Mary tried not to look, but there was something compelling about the head as it rolled, stopping a few feet away from Mary, they eyes still wide open.The legs were still kicking on the platform as the head finally came to rest. Mary couldn’t help herself, and threw up. The girl had no begged for forgiveness, not begged for mercy. It was as if she knew it would all be a futile waste of time. She had not. With the combination of pre-cum and pussy juice, my cock got very slick. She then leaned forward and looked into my eyes. "Ask me to marry you again."I said, "What?"She responded in a raggedy voice and answered in more of a command than a request. "Ask me to marry you again!" I was confused but aroused. Surely, she wouldn't say no now. Or was she just playing with my emotions?I figured, what the hell, and I asked her again, "Diane, I love you so much. Would you do me the honor of becoming my. I could not speak. ‘I want you to now press the tip of my finger forward and up towards my cock, then slide it back and up in the direction of my naval to see if you are able to feel the prostrate gland.As I did so, he moaned again, only louder this time. I was sure I had felt it and from his reaction I must have hit it.‘Yes, you have it, press back and forth on my button.’ He urged. Again as I did so, he moaned again and then again with each pass of my finger over his gland. I stopped moving.