He was hardly likely to invite me, was he? Sex vedio With just this contact, I stroked his finger and, to my amazement, instead of pushing my hand away, he slowly turned his head toward me and looked at me, full in the eyes. It was his consent. His hand pressed down hard and squeezed mine, and he whispered hoarsely, “No – Stop!” but my fingers continued their teasing motion under his grip and seconds later he let out a stifled gasp, as I heard him whisper, “Oh, shit…no…” and his whole body gave a shudder, arching deep into his seat as his head lifted forward from his head-rest, while his swollen, slippery tool suddenly exploded into the fingers of my hand – two, three, four, five, six times I felt the cum coursing down the whole length of his organ and out through my hand, all over his leg and into the cotton of his boxers. At this point, I felt it best to beat a discreet retreat, so I carefully withdrew my hand and arm from its sticky resting place, leaving an unfortunate gooey trail as I did so. Every few seconds, I would just hold and gently squeeze his organ and feel his uncontrollable throbs as he became more and more aroused. His parents didn’t talk to him much in the queue but he pushed the luggage trolley along behind them.
