I don't want to know about his life or his marital status. The only thing that I want to know is that he wants to touch me. That he wants to make me c...um" Very interesting Kim. Carry on" He picks a location . He tells me what to wear. Where to wait. We have agreed not to talk. We will both be silent. I won't look at him. I'll be facing away from him. He will approach me from behind. And he will touch me" The perfect interaction. You get what you want guilt free and so does he" I'm standing. As expected, it was sloppy as a well used ass. Slippin and slidin was about all we could accomplish really, although we did manage to shoot some pretty tall 'geysers' from the rear wheels. The muddy water sailed into the air giving a pretty impressive show, though the three of us were all there was to see it. We only stayed out about an hour—the field was just to wet to do any racing, or maneuvers, or tricks. We each had laid down our bikes into the mud about 2-3 times, so we finally decided it. I let you taste yourself once again before kissing your deep as I go to work on finally getting an orgasm of my own. My balls slap against your tight little puckered asshole at the same speed that you rub your clit. You moan in my mouth as your body tenses and you clench my cock nice and hard. Your new wetness sends me into the rare feeling only described as perfect pussy. Your grip is perfect. Your warmth is perfect and the feeling of my swollen veins being massaged as they descend is perfect.. If not a full-on masturbation addict, I’m certainly an emotional masturbator. When I’m sad, happy, grouchy, or just bored, my hand automatically reaches down into my underwear and onto my cock. I can hardly be left alone for a few minutes on a comfortable piece of furniture without rubbing myself. Hotels are the worst—often, the only place to sit down is a bed, so I’m basically just touching myself the entire time I’m in the room.My first memories of masturbating are from when I was about 9 or.