She pulled away from the kiss, stroked the side of my face, and looking down at my stiff cock, quite breathlessly and barely audibly, said, “Do you want me to help you out some more, Philip?”
I must have looked confused, and she said, “I would really like to touch your lovely cock, if you want me to, and I think you might like it, too”, and moved her hand on to the top of my thigh, her thumb actually brushing lightly against my tight sac, which caused a thousand tiny explosions to go off in my head. The giddiness returned in a flash. She knelt down beside me and ran one hand through my hair, as the other gently checked around the graze on my left knee.
