The feeling was overwhelming. I lay on my back, the greased candle deep in my ass, my little penis pressed to the side of my thigh and rubbing it at m... thigh for all I was worth. Then the sweet feeling came. It was like I had to pee and a small amount of liquid came out of the small peehole. It was soooo good I had to do it again the next evening and the evening after that and so on. I fucked myself almost every day and after a while I had to search for bigger objects than my candle. I. "You make my panties wet all the time, don't you? It would only be fair if you cum off in your pants." She ran her hand over his hard--on. "Mmmm, you've got a nice hard cock, baby. If you don't go on and see if Fawn will fuck you, I'm going to take your cock out and play with it myself." I'm going!" he said.Joan watched her son run out the door. Then she hurried to his bedroom quickly, entering the darkness. The small telescope was still trained on the living room of Fawn's apartment. She. That a good little wife. Now rub some saliva between your huge cleavages. Roll on your back. Hold those big tits together. If I was your husband, I stay at home every day and fucking these until I ran out of cum.” A minute later after she got her huge breast coated in saliva. I swung my right leg over her left side and placed my hard cock in her deep wet cleavage. Mrs. Smalls eyes were still wide open as she watched me place my hard cock in her deep valley.I reached down to tug on her. He curled up in his bed and wept silently to himself, knowing that the love of his life was out of his life … probably forever. ———————– Justin didn’t leave his house for the next three days. It wasn’t until his friend invited him to a party – a sort of one year high school reunion, apparently – that he even took a shower. He threw on a pair of khakis and a button down shirt and left the house, feeling just as miserable as he did three days ago. When he arrived at his friend’s house he was.