No not at all. It was pure cock sucking thatwas on my mind. The taste of my cock. The smell of my cock.The way my cock got harder and thicker as I suc...ed it. The throbbingand swelling. Everything about sucking your own cock is the thrill ofsimply sucking a cock. I like cumming in my mouth, but when Icum in my own mouth it’s the experience of getting a mouthfulof cum. Not he experience of cumming in a cocksuckers mouth.After I was sucking my cock for a year or so it was very easy for me.I could. She had a sudden vision of hermother with her hands between her legs and rubbingherself to climax and started to get excited again.Alison was going to be a senior at a private school inwestern Massachusetts this fall and had had a fewlesbian affairs of her own while she was there. Shepreferred cock, the bigger the better, but pussy was areal close second.Beth reached down and brushed Alison’s long brown hairand laughed. “Yes, even your old mother still masturbates!”. .I was in 'heavenly agony', and I loved it.Being alone I could talk out loud as I stroked my cock, and hearing my voice saying things to these various videos carried an exciting effect."Mmmm, yeah," I'd say, watching some big dick black guy banging away on some attractive white female. "That's it. Mmmm. Fuck her. Fuck her pussy GOOD!" I kept up this running commentary as I also kept stroking my cock; back and forth I went, letting my arousal grow stronger till knew I was getting too close to. Deep kisses. Perfumed water. Candlelight. You had lain in my arms – back against my chest. I had washed you slowly. I knew it was important to show you how much I cared about you so you would know you were always safe. I wanted you to be rewarded for your submission. I had used a washcloth to gently wash your neck, breasts, and back. I had gently washed your legs and I had very slowly and very gently washed your pussy lips. I gently pushed the fabric of the cloth between your lips and you.