I fantasize about it all the time. I want to rub it. I want to poke it.In fact, I want to *be* it. In fact, I love his crotch. I want to beable to thr...ust it to see how it feels. I want to own it and make it dowhat I want when I want. But I don't love Len, I love you. It is aflavor I want to complement, but you are the flavor I always want tohave."Phil's face shifted into various angles as Mandy spoke. Mandy sawsomething was different in how he was thinking. The next day, Friday,he took the. "What?" I asked."I know I brought rubbers," Ty said. "I can't find them. They must be in my overnight bag." He rifled through the bag as I watched, desperately unsatisfied and hornier than hell. He turned back to me, frowning. "I'm sorry, honey. I was sure I had them." Ask the other guys," I asked. "I need to feel you in me ... now!" Hey, guys ... anybody got extra rubbers?" Ty called to the other couples. It was a fruitless request. All my girlfriends were on the pill. Their guys didn't need. Then Ned gave Julie some pointers on the dual massage types. Julie was quicker and more efficient today and her oily hands and chest took care of Ned’s bottled up need for relief before No 4 brought lunch. The afternoon session included hours of vaginal biofeedback using tabletop prone and Yoga lotus-pose positions. Julie practiced curling her toes as she clamped her vagina to help with the strength of the compressions. She preened in the bathroom while Ned pondered her evening attire. Ned. "I'm not that drunk," Mike said as he gave her both hi license and registration, still staring at her chest; admiring the way her clothing clung tightly to her in the evening humidity. Clare knew he was staring, drunk. He couldn't have made it anymore obvious, but after a long day clocking speeds she didn't care. She was actually glad to get the attention."Sir, step out of the vehicle please."Mike stepped out and fell face first right into Clare overabundance of cleavage. She instinctively.