I took so long working his balls and cock with my mouth. When my eyes met his, I could tell his were glazed over, but he quikly looked away. I think...he was ashamed he was being made to feel this good by another man. That was O.K. I could handle that as long as he didn't stop me. His cock was standing at full attention, str8 up. When I would lick the bottom of his shaft up to the head, I would stop for a minit, watching it. To tease it, to hear his breathing become erratic, I would. However, I have never done this before. I was not sure exactly how far we were going. I turned to look at the back door and Sara was gone. I could hear the cups for the coffee pot, so I guessed what she was doing. The urge to pee was so bad I moved over to the side of the house and just let go. Pee pooled up and got on my knee as if flowed downhill but I was in the middle of going and couldn't stop. Just then my wife walked around and said "good girl" she always calls me a girl when I am on all. "Right," he said softly, "Where does it hurt most mum?" The small of my back, just above my bum."The oil was warm and smelt wonderful as he poured a generous amount onto my back and I couldn't help a moan escaping my lips. He was good there was no doubt about it, his fingers kneaded and pushed and he seemed to know exactly where to press hard and where to caress my skin gently.He massaged my shoulders digging his fingers deep into my flesh, pulling, rubbing and squeezing, then I felt his. For example at the gay parties they would openly consume the controlled substances (because it was very difficult for law enforcement to infiltrate unless you were gay or bi) and after the consumption we would wait for the effect to take place, usually the first signbeing that you got horny as hell and your dick went limp and thats when the clothes came offand the mass jerking (edging) started. I am talking about cock rings, lube, poppers, rubbers, the wholeprogram. The edging could go on for.