The wine bottle was about to give up its last drop when Eve turned to Ms. D, sanguine with their compatibility.
“You know D, there was one thing I always wanted to do. Well, to be honest more than one thing, but perhaps you can humor me.”
Ms. D nodded, seeming to know what it was.
“Go ahead, Eve. I doubt if he’ll complain.”
Eve put down her glass, arose and approached with that appealing smile which she had used to con so many. She stood before me and laughed softly. My p***s was still semi erect.
“It’s my turn with Little Dickey now, Jami.”
And she began to play. Her fingers were experienced. Firm yet soft, she knew the male organ. She also seemed to realize that the scrotal rings were a source of arousal and she toyed with them with impunity, seeming to taker great delight in the s
