Easier said than done, though. It was still very much a work in progress. Bravely, she met his eyes, and then gasped at their impact. She couldn’t ...ake out their color, but could feel their heat caress over her flushed face, her lips – now clamped together in mortification – down her throat to where she tried hard to swallow – and then back up to meet her gaze. She watched, surprised and fascinated, as he weighed her declaration in his mind. His head was tilted to one side as he stared at. I could never, ever imagine talking about Curt like that. I love him more than anything, more than, well, my own sex life.”His mother’s hand writing returned to its normal style. She was angry, livid when she wrote that about Danielle.A new tidal wave of guilt washed over Curt once more. Any blood in his penis, any sexual arousal he had from reading of his mother’s sexcapades, died down. He wasn’t horny anymore. He didn’t want to read anymore. He put the diary back and went to bed, lying. The taut skin shivered under my gentle touch. My other hand cradled his balls, with their fine hairs standing on end, they were pulled intight to his body, he was ready to come. I started to gently and quite slowly work the shaftHe groaned and closed his eyes "OOOOH " he said , a serene smile on his face. I slightly increased my speed and moved towards the head slightly"Ohhh" he groaned, his toes spreadingI was trying not to giggle"STOP IT" he hissedI took my hand away"NO! Stop GIGGLING" he. Elliot. I expected, Debbie expected that our hostess couldn't wait to see the two of us mouth to snatch, munching, licking, sucking each other, inspiring her fingers to bring her over to that metaphysical void where nothing exists, where nothing matters save the indescribable throbbing of her loins. We could see her eyes in that thousand yard stare, unaware of our presence, her mouth doing the breathing for her, our naked bodies quickly forgotten in her quest for orgasmic release.And then she.