But then hard men always good thing!” she laughed.In another cell I noticed the hands of the two men had moved to the rod belonging to the other ma...n. They had not come together, I was certain. They never looked at each other, they just stroked one another.Her finger traveled back down and this time made the journey down the middle of the slit, slowly separating folds and releasing drops of dewy wetness as she squeezed her boobs with the other hand. She did not penetrate herself. She just. I stroked him, his pre-cum was leaking like crazy on my hand and I could feel his cock throbbing. I felt Jim's finger stroking in circles around my pussy and ever so gently he inserted just the tip of his finger inside of me. I was gushing, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter I was so turned on by what he was doing. His fat finger started a slow slide into my tight, wet pussy....he used his thumb to rub my clit, his mouth never leaving my nipple. Oh God, it felt so good. I was humping. But here she was in another man’s bedroom at...he looked at his watch..1.35am. There was no whispering now, no sound at all. He gently rolled Helene off his lap and onto the bed and crept out the door. Still hearing nothing his chest seized with panic as he imagined the worst. Had she passed out? In the bed of some macho German? He dashed outside the building and crept around to the window. The window overlooked a link fence and tennis court - the curtains wide open and lights ablaze. Afraid. “You’ve got Rich fascinated.” “Oh, dear,” Emily said ruefully. “I’m sorry, Janice. I certainly didn’t mean to lead him on. I thought we were just having fun.” “You are, sweetie,” Janice said. “Nothing’s awry. In fact, Rich’s fascination with you has had a real positive effect on us. I think he’s a little jealous that you and Evan are still having honeymoon sex.” Emily blushed. “Did he tell you that?” “Not really,” Janice replied. “But I’ve been the beneficiary of his renewed interest in matters.