The crate was too big to get through the door so he eagerly opened it on the porch. Inside were several large devices made of wood, once he got them ...out, he knew what they were: stocks. Stocks like the pilgrims used, stocks that you put your head and arms through and get locked in the town square. And another set of stocks with two holes, about the size of Angie’s ankles, spread very far apart .He knew want Angie wanted. It thrilled him, and he would add his special spin to her fantasy. . I know it is an incredible for most guys to see a girl please herself so I asked my GF to play with herself, something she is very good at.She did, and this went on for quite some time and it was clear from the look on her face that she was receiving a lot of pleasure. She was laying with her feet towards the door leaving to the guy's imagination only the feeling of pleasure she was experiencing for real. She continued masturbating for a long time and it about drove the guy crazy because. After they toweled each other off she led him to the candlelit room with soft music playing. She didn’t lie down and spread her legs as he hoped she might but sat crosslegged on the bed and asked him to do the same. From under her pillow she produced a photo album which he never seen before.“I’ve had this put away because I never thought I would add to it after you and I met. I’ve also never shared it with you because I didn’t know how you would take it, but things have changed.”She turned it. Can I touch it, dude?" Why the fuck not?" Scott grunted, tugging his big, hairy balls through the fly of his jeans. "Hell, you're Ryan's twin brother, it'd almost be like her jacking me off."Falling to my knees in front of this strapping stud, I reached out a tentative hand and gingerly wrapped my fingers around the base of his throbbing root. My fingers barely met around his fat circumference."Yea, man, that feels good," Scott groaned as I started to slowly jerk the uncut foreskin of his cock.