“I really shouldn’t….” she stammered as if in a trance. Her willpower faded quickly as she gazed at his impressive and ever-growing cock.For a...few minutes Mandy continued to sit and stare at the ever-hardening cock trying to convince herself that she wanted to stop. I guess she was hoping that I wouldn’t wake up and see her with her hand on Bobby’s cock. She couldn’t keep her eyes off it. She had been drinking more than a few Harvey Walbangers and I’m sure that she was thinking about all the. But alas, regardless of everything I've tried (books, articles, therapy, little blue pills, testosterone supplements and so on), I'm still left lying in bed every morning next to a man who loves me and his family, who's a great provider, whom I love very much, and who would rather sleep than get a blow job. Oh, and while I'm laying awake in bed in the early hours of the day, I'm often diddling myself to orgasm and having all manner of sexual fantasies.Just about two years ago, things started to. I could help but stare down at his hanging dick and when he reached out and began to stroke me, I reached out and stroked him too. I could feel pre cum leak from my tip the instant I touched him. His cock felt so warm, and heavy, soft yet firm. There was no denying how turned on I was, how drawn to his cock I was. Feeling it swell in my hand, I knew I wanted to taste it, I knew I wanted to pleasure it. I was surprised at how eager I was for this.We stood there, stroking each other’s cocks. I. She gasps as she feels a hand upon her ankle. Slowly it begins to slide up her shin. Warm breath on her inner knee makes her squirm even more, her middle finger pushing into her, the butterfly landing on her clit. This strange mouth and fingers slip up higher. Fingers hooking themselves around the waistband of her panties, pulling them down, she moves her body to accommodate these hands. These hands push her knees wider apart, and she feels a tongue lick up along her slit and over her finger,.