"Ged, my love," she said. "I can be your hands until you're better. You'll just have to get used to telling me what to do."He was overcome, and broke ...own in tears. It was partly his disability, partly her generosity, sensitivity and skill, and his heart was full. She immediately left the piano and came to him, enveloping him in her arms, his head against her breasts, kissing his forehead."Why didn't I know how well you play?" he haltingly asked when he was more under control. "You can play far. She wore a plaid blue and white polo over a plain baby blue tank top and short jean shorts. Her legs were magnificent. They seemed to go on forever. Her breasts were shapely and supple, showing just enough to entice him and hold his eyes. Her waist was small, and with her wide hips, it only added to her charm. Overall, her face was pretty, with pouting lips that just gave her a hint of the kind of sexy one could only describe as ‘sassy’. He grinned, looking at this beautiful woman before. “Yeah, you did; I was inside, remember? You, meanwhile, were spraying like a firehose.”“Sorry.” She leaned forward to lick them off, lying atop me, in the process smearing my entire chest and stomach with the slick of semen I’d finger-painted her with. She giggled as she realized what she’d done and proceeded to lick her way down my chest, cleaning me with her lips and tongue. I could feel her hard cock against my thigh and my own flaccid dick against her taut tummy.She scooped up a dollop of. His breath was hard and fast, his hips gently moving with my hand. "God yes, Az," he growled and pushed his hips faster. I sped up to match the movements with his hips, going faster and faster, his cock now slick. The clear stuff coming out of the tip of his cock was making it easier to rub him; to stroke him just how he wanted me to. I felt the urge to bit his chest, to do something to him, to let him know I was enjoying it too. I leaned over gently and licked his nipple. I didn't know why I.