I found I could shift my consciousness so that I was no longer a man who's balls slapped her asshole while we were fucking...it's as if my mind entere... the testicles and I was them for a few minutes. Or an erection, sliding in and out from between those lips lined with fur...my mind's eye was looking squarely out of my dick head...near the pee hole...where the cum shoots out of. Stimulating mental images, for me at least. I guess it's true when it's said "Guys are all about visual."At any. I stuck to licking him- I had no experience cock-sucking and did not want to hurt him- so she went down on him. I sucked his balls and licked his shaft while she bobbed up and down on him. We kissed a lot so that I could taste his come on her.I guess that he might have been one of those guys who has an issue with being touched by other guys, but we wasn’t. He told me that I had a good touch, and he couldn’t wait for my wife to teach me how to suck. I thought my dick was going to explode. As she gave me a final hug, she whispered in my ear, "Have fun honey.I really want you to. Just remember. No matter what happens, you'recoming home with me, and I'm going home with you. I love you for whoyou are and thank you for all that you've done for us. And, by theway, last night was heaven."I thanked her and gave her one final squeeze as we parted. I lookedat Carla, who had been watching Debbie and me, held out my hand, andsaid, "Okey dokey. Let's go! Bye everyone," I said as we walked. .. Kim, I..." Oh look," she interrupted, looking down at her breast. "This one's still leaking."I looked. Milk was dripping from her exposed right breast; drop after drop appearing and falling down to her stomach and belly."Oh, drip, drip, drip," she said in a voice of mild annoyance, still looking down at herself. She brought her hand up and cupped her breast, pinching the nipple between her first two fingers and shutting off the flow. "Lyle, be a dear and bring me that glass, would you?" She.