She began to slowly stroke it amazed at how they could grow.He moaned as she stroked him. It was a teasing stroke to make him get as hard as possible ...ithout making him cum. He hoped he could maintain his control with her. He didn't want this to be a one afternoon stand, so he needed to control himself, not give in to his urges. She was making his cock throb in her hand, as she leaned in, biting her lower lip, as she neared his head and looked into his eyes. He could feel her soft warm breaths. I cringed, at least in my head—yeah, if looks could kill. I could almost feel my brain frying. Great timing. Does this feel right?“I hope you mean: are you hard; am I wet; and is your cock lined up to penetrate my steaming twat?” Allison growled. She thrust her hips toward me, trying to force me into her. I backed off. I wasn’t teasing, exactly. Crap! What was I doing? “I’ve wanted this for a month, Tony. It feels good. Don’t get all moralistic on me now.”“I don’t mean morally or ethically. .......................... Wendy was terrified of being exposed, all the way to the beach. I couldn't wait to show her off. As soon as we parked and entered an area marked "Clothing Optional" I took her tshirt and sweat pants from her. She was instantly trembling. Next I took her top. She still wore a chrome chain around her neck with a padlock on it. Around her wrists and ankles were similar chains, I'd cut a link in the chain and squeezed it closed to make them permanant, without. I hadn't felt Mom's breasts and wondered how firm they'd be. Would I fit one completely in my hand? What were her nipples like? I hadn't actually seen any of Mom's body. The most I had seen was the curve of her hip and the gentle roundness of part of one buttock. Man, there were so many things I now wanted to do, all of which had never entered my mind before.However, regardless of what I hoped, Sunday was spent alone. Monday rolled around and life went back to normal. As the week progressed I.