"Good idea. You have to unzip me. I can't reach that far." Jerry unzipped the back of her dress, helped her to her feet, and pulled the dress over her...head. She stood surprised for a moment."I'll put your dress to soaking." Good idea," she repeated. "I'll just lie here in my underwear. Never been in my underwear before. " she giggled. "Well, I mean in my underwear with a man. I mean, not with any man except my husband." She paused to think. "You know what I mean. I think I'm drunk." You are. As the numbers get smaller and smaller my fingers tease over the tip and around the head of your cock and squeeze down and back up your shaft, releasing your cock as you get to fifteen. Pulling my panties to the side as you get to ten. Pulling your beard down as you get to seven and sliding my hand on top of your head and pushing you down the rest of the way at five, my leg over your shoulder as you get to one and it's barely audible, mostly muffled by my pussy. Knowing you saw my used dripping. This process was a periodic, repeated thing. In between bobs she would focusing mostly on his cock head, running her tongue along it gently, with just enough force for him to feel, but not enough to hurt. Meanwhile, her hands gently caressed his thighs, feeling their smooth, mostly hairless form. James could tell that she loved that. His father, while not overly hairy, did have a bit too much hair to be attractive. And now she sat there, a massive cock stretching her mouth, with a. One hot stream after another spewed out, spattering me with sticky white stuff. Cum ran down over and between my breasts, covering them and dripped from my nipples. The feeling was fantastic. The sight was amazing.When Bud ran dry, I wrung the last few drops out of his cock before I stood up. His eyes were big as he admired the job he'd done on me."Wow!" He said. "That is so hot!" He looked at my cum-covered breasts and pumped his fist around his still-hard cock.If he could stay hard right.