Size has always been important for me. I love a really well-hung man. And I love being teased by watching a really well-hung man masturbate for me, sl...wly.“I have always had an almost insatiable sexual appetite. However, my internal plumbing gave out years ago, but not my sexual appetite. I still get a real buzz out of watching. If the man is really good I may show him one of my sexual fetishes.”“I will help you get an erection for her,” Jodie tells me very understandingly with a timbre in her. Maybe I, or at least my inner slut, wanted to fuck him. Here I was, letting that door open a bit wider with each shot. My inner slut easily slipped out and began to tell him all about herself. I said, ‘Well, I get turned on by the way this blouse feels on me. It’s comfortable and with my camisole, conservative enough for work. But it longs to be wet and sticking to my body. I like my satin and silk gowns, and I had a fantasy that I’m the one girl in a room with two, no three men, maybe even. I couldn’t see anything but I could feel my balls & penis inside her mouth…could feel her long supple tongue, licking, slurping and jiggling my balls from the inside.It was well-enough for my virgin sex fruit…I felt a rush of warmth and sweet sensation in my loins!I wrapped my arms around her belly to her back and squeezed tight against her body, as my penis squirted out what felt like sticky Yogurt.The cum was still oozing out of my penis into her mouth & I could feel the tip of my dick being. The thought of a cotton T-shirt and briefs was just plain revolting after a weekend of something much smoother and softer nestled against my skin. There was also the issue of figure training for the fashion show Dianna and I would be doing in fourteen weeks. She had admonished me doing it right was a constant, everyday process, no different than my running. Dianna had agreed it would be best for now if I did not attempt to wear my breast forms under my suit. We would allow those around me time.