#91845 - I was enjoying this too much; and I hadn’t got those cycling shorts off yet! It was my turn now. I felt his warm fluids against my stomach as he came and came again, repeatedly lubricating the space between our bodies and it began running down through his pubic hair and into mine, as my own slippery organ thrust between his inner thighs, into the cleft of his balls, now covered in his own cum. He looked at me apologetically and gestured with his eye-brows to one of the compartments past me and I heard his voice for the first time, “I think that’s me just there,” he said in an accent that sounded Irish but not the nasal twang of the North; rather the soft and seductive lilt of the South, I thought.