"I didn't say anything, I just walked back and unzipped again. My cock was still rock hard. She stared at it. "Touch it," I said.Slowly, she reached o...t and put her hand around my shaft. I gasped at her touch. She held me like that, and then let go."Happy?" she asked."Almost," I replied. "Do that again." I said.She grabbed me again, and I put my hand on hers and started moving it up and down. She got the hint and took over. It felt incredible. She had obviously done this before. I was so. Well she locked me up last April 1st, 2017 (I know how fitting right, April Fools day). Since I am unable and not allowed out of chastity except for routine teasing and edging I am never allowed to penetrate much less allowed to cum inside her and eat out my own creampie. This is simply no longer possible under our current arrangements, because of this she just recently informed me while edging me that she wants me to eat her "creampie" again and that she "must have it" and because I'm not. But he was playing the game, too, trying to get her to break the punchline. It was a long silence, made longer by their eyes getting lost in the other's and the sensual petting between their hands. She finally decided to let him win."Well, Steven, you should know. You watched! At least, that's the way it happened in your story."A smile quickly lit his face, and Steven rolled his eyes as only he could. "Why, I oughtta..."They laughed, just as their dinner arrived. The conversation returned to. Then she asked me how I had manage to survive without sex since my wife had died a few years ago. Well I told her that it wasn’t easy but when you don’t get it for a while you sort of don’t want it as much. She thought that was stupid. Then shyly she said that we could take care of each other’s problem. I really didn’t have an answer. She had caught me completely off guard.Betty Jo went up to her bedroom to take a shower and to freshen up. I went to the kitchen and started a late dinner..