I was getting a hard-on just looking at him. But all down one arm, he was covered in red welts and there were bits of tentacle still attached to his shirt around his midriff and down one side of his shorts. There were more red welts on the lower part of his “good” arm and hand, where he had obviously tried to pull bits off himself in the water. In my back-pack I carried a small first-aid masturbation kit and I retrieved it and knelt beside him, as I took tweezers and began to carefully pick off all the bits of tentacle I could find and any remaining barbed stings still embedded in his flesh. He winced every time I carefully pulled each one off. He was a pitiful, helpless sight; a pale shadow of the strong hero who had, just hours beforehand, gripped me in his firm hold beneath the sea in that passionate lovers embrace. I stroked his face and brushed the hair out of his half-closed eyes. He turned his head towards my hand and kissed it. “I knew you’d come for me,” he whispered, “Just like you always do.” I sat him up and gave him two strong painkillers and told him to swallow them. He looked at them in Solo his hand and then at me, grimacing. “I can’t take tablets without water,” he complained, with a pained expression that made him look more like a schoolboy than a grown man. I looked at him in disbelief. Then I sighed and reaching into my back-pack, I brought out a bottle of water. “Here,” I said, “you big baby,” as I MILF gave it to him. He took his tablets, like the good boy that he really was; like the good little brother that had haunted me throughout my youth. I peeled his t-shirt off him as gently as I could, while he kept going “ouch!” every time I touched a bit of him that hurt. I lay him back down and could see where the side of his torso was covered in red blotches where, even through his t-shirt, he had been stung quite badly. His lightly hairy chest heaved and strained; his breathing wasn’t right either. It was probably the shock; extreme shock – and pain. He’d probably been stung through his shorts too, I realized, as he lay there, moaning and groaning, coughing and still Fingering in agony. I looked down at his bare tummy, tender and exposed and quivering with pain; but my hard-on got harder, as I gazed at the “treasure-trail” of black hairs that led from his navel down to his waist, where the top of his briefs showed just above his shorts. Kneeling across him, I looked once again at those wet, tightly clinging, bulging blue shorts and I sighed. “This is how it always indian is,” I said to myself, as I leaned across and undid his belt and top button. As his waistband fell open, it revealed the top of a pair of Diesel briefs which, as I released the next button of his flies, revealed themselves to be in broad nautical blue and white stripes. The line of his flies followed a hard, curving bulge over his manhood, still tightly contained out of sight. But in order to open the remaining buttons, I now had to press my hand firmly against his bulge to release the pressure on each button. As I did so, with each button that was released, his bulge seemed to inflate, growing harder as I went on, until finally, it was fully inflated and released from the clinging wet prison amateur of his blue designer shorts. Pulling carefully on each leg of his shorts, I slid them down his legs, inevitably dragging them over the painful red sores which I couldn’t yet see down his one leg. He yelled out in pain as I did so, but at the same time, he helped me by lifting his butt off the towel. As I finally pulled his shorts over his feet, he gave a sigh of relief and lay back. We had recently gotten back together from a fight and had spent the past few masturbation weeks fucking like animals. With that, Fingering she pulls him down to kiss amateur her open mouth, and fondle her invitingly firm young breasts. I love the way your fingers are playing with my tiny clit. She turns her head again and I let her. Her father was a indian long-distance lorry driver and often was away for the whole week or longer if he was on a long european run. At that point, I felt her straddle my face. “If you just happened to be nearby with a phone MILF camera, and caught it on video, then he’d divorce you and help get Cheyenne back for you for free! Martha echoed in puzzlement. My cheeks hollowed with every suck. Despite their fury and hunger, no demon dared enter Solo the monument while he had that coin. My head was filling with images and my cock with blood hearing all of this there was no way I was going to sleep when Janis said.