The trap released a pleasured groaned of acknowledgement, comfortable enough for his left hand to attend to his own raging boner, now free of the intentionally-constrictive panties.  Jess again thought how useful some lubricant would be, but as his fingers stroked the sensitive spot below the circumsized head of his cock, he knew he'd most likely be staining the floor of the limo with little difficulty.<br/><br/>Moments later he achieved a personal goal as his feminine nose touched against Tim's shaved crotch, the thick manmeat throbing deep within his throat, bringing about another vibrating groan of accomplisment from the younger twin.  Feeling somewhat light-headed, the bottle bonde withdrew completely, taking the saliva covered rod with his right hand.<br/><br/>Following a few deep breaths to slow his pounding heart, "How am I doing so far?" Jess queried with a hint of nervous uncertainty, as his hands continued to work at their respective shafts.