” “Do you want me to stop touching you?” I gave a slight shake of my head and Lisa smiled. I felt her hand stroke me once before she turned back... to watch my cock in her hand. “It does look like you’re quite excited. Do you want me to relieve you?” “Oh God.” I groaned, feeling her hand stroke me while the other reached over and dug down in my crotch to release my balls to her touch. Lisa gave a small, sympathetic laugh, “I’ll take that as a yes.” There was no way I was going to last long. Lisa’s. I must say, she was quite immaculate on hygiene and had a fresh nice smell of a mouthwash. I naughtily teased her… Hmm seems some one prepared quite well for a sexxy kiss haan..She laughed slightly and again we liplocked… This time quite passionately and to an extent ferociously. She opened her mouth and let my tongue into her mouth and we explored each other for the next few minutes.Woww, i was on the seventh sky… After a month of fantasizing here was my dream lady, in my arms, my hand on her. "Well, Peanut, it's been a rough time for me lately. My mother died about four months ago and two weeks ago on my way out here with some other bikers, there was a terrible accident... a drunk driver got on the interstate going up an exit and driving on the wrong side of the road. The traffic was kinda heavy that day and we didn't see him coming... he ducked around a car and plowed into our group. Tommy and Jake were killed, and Tank and Countryboy were banged up pretty good. I was at the tail. Two aircraftmen were manhandling the large hangar doors, opening up the cavernous building. "What chariot of delight have you got for me, Strangways?" Clegg called. The last time he had flown to France he'd been piloting his own racing seaplane. He'd missed flying since war broke out but even he couldn't get fuel for private flying and given the choice between dodging Messerschmitt's in RAF Fighter Command or the German night fighters and ack-ack in Bomber Command, he'd decided to avoid.