You reached back and began to fuck yourself with two of your fingers while breathing heavily on my cock. You weren’t risking pushing me over, but ...ou weren’t letting me cool off either so you took your well lubricated fingers and slid first one, and then both of them all the way up my ass. After rubbing all around my ring, tracing your fingers up and down my ass crack and occasionally slipping a finger or two back into me you judged my cock soft enough to begin again. This time instead of. He felt his essence begin to activate, even threaten expulsion. "Uh, oh." To himself. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had relations with anyone beside himself. He managed to calm the roil, but, the dam would not stand for long. "I've wanted you to kiss me for so long, Lo...Mr. Grant." As incongruent as [Mr. Grant] seemed, [Lou] would never be ventured again.Her lips were as soft as he'd imagined in boundless reflections thru their years together. It did not occur to either to part their. "You're staring," Pat said.I couldn't help it. Pat was wearing a white tank top and no bra. It wasn't see-through, but I could make out the size of her areola."Has anyone else seen you dressed like that?" I asked.Pat took a drink of her wine, "Of course. Only the other morning, I answered the door dressed like this. It was a delivery man with a package. He stared at me the same way you are."I knew there was no delivery guy, but I asked Pat what happened anyway."He told me he liked tits, and I. They won't sell it to you, but they'll let you carry it home. I paid them on-line, got an account there. Two six-packs, tain't too heavy. I usually buy a case so he gave me that price, nice guy."I nodded.He screwed up his face. "And, well honey, you can get me off, or at least help me. Fore this happened, I could usually do it with the computer porn and some hand friction, and I still have my left hand, least the fingers, but, I don't know, I can't get it up much less ejaculate." He grinned..