For Ben had a bulge of his own, standing there clinging to the ladder watching as the machine dildo had its way with his wife. At first, she lay compl...tely still and silent as the attachment moved back and forth, back and forth. Then she let out a long sigh. “Faster!” she breathed. “Faster!”“Whatever you say, lady,” Nick decided, tapping a couple of times, making the machine whirr louder as the dildo increased in speed. And now Felicia began to moan, though she was still perfectly still. Ben. Working while caring for her elderly, alcoholic mother, she didn’t have the money or the time to travel. Born there, raised there, and educated there, she lived there for 30 of the 35-years of her life with her mother until her mother died three years ago. Now no longer dependent upon her mother’s meager Social Security check to help make the rent and make ends meet, she was alone. With Detroit in between Lake Erie and Lake Huron, once such a beautiful place to live, she saw the city go from. They were around my knees. As his tongue probed deep into my widely opened mouth I felt them slide over my knees. I realised I had two options; open my legs to stop them sliding down or keep my knees together. It didn't take long to reach a decision. The sensation as I felt my knickers fall to my ankles and as I slid them off my feet was awesome. I felt his fingers fumbling for the button at the top of the zip on the side of my skirt. I grabbed his hand for I felt I should stop him even though. I sat down at on end of the couch and she excused her self for a moment and said she would be right back. It was only about five minutes and she returned. She said that she had to wash her feet off because she was embarrassed because it was a hot day and her feet were sweaty so she wanted to make sure they were all clean for me. She layed down and put both of those beauties right in my lap. I grabbed one up and started rubbing the bottom and top at the same time. They were so soft I couldn't.