You kneel again and this time are rubbing the handle of the trowel you are using, your tongue is licking your lips as you continue to rub up and down ...he trowel, you smile, you notice the bulge in my trousers and continue the simulated masturbation. You are on your feet, time for some pricking out you say, I look bemused as you lead me to the shed. The door is closed our eyes adjust from the sunshine to the darker space, we are kissing, my hands are inside your shirt squeezing your breasts. You. " Beth pleaded. "I am thanking him for his service and for sitting here listening to our stories." Marge said as she slowly worked my cock. I thought a hand job would be okay and was not going to stop her. After a minute Marge said "Dang, that is a nice cock and those balls are pretty heavy, hate to see this go to waste." And she stood up, dropped her bottoms and proceeded to mount me. I moved lower in the chair and she grabbed my cock and guided it into her wet cunt and slid down on it. Marge. . a nicer orgasm." She sighed."I've never enjoyed giving anyone pleasure more than that moment." I looked into her eyes and smiled as if I was talking about something completely mundane, even making a gesture with my hand to conceal our true conversation.Her fingers touched the folds of my pussy through my panties and I'm sure she felt me tremble."I am so sorry." What? About what?" I asked, a frown touching my forehead."That we couldn't... make you..." You made up for it. Really. It was so. I grab onto her head and pull her towards my cock so she can’t get away. The urge to cum again starts to build. So I start to count in my head. I get to thirty is when Terry really starts to panic. I keep counting. When I get to fifty her desperation for oxygen is overwhelming. Her body is twisting and spasming while she tries to push me off with her arms. I get to seventy and pull out. Puke comes out of her mouth like a geyser. She’s coughing, crying, screaming, “Please, no more, I can’t, I.