Formalities aside, we were now hot and ready to get down to some serious love making and as I can attest to this fact, Mr. Woody Woodpecker was up to ...he task at hand (no pun intended). It was just after entering the tight sheath of my wife’s tight pussy that we both noticed something was different or should I say, felt. As I was buried balls deep, my cock was growing, I can’t explain it but we both felt it was growing in Length and in its Circumference, I was just about to pull out. More often than not, I’d go off to my room to do homework. When I’d come back out they’d be making out and she’d stopped immediately when she would here me in the kitchen. I’ve always suspected he supplemented his income by selling d**gs. I know they were around him. Now, I’d never known my mom to do any but I think she started to because of Dick. So why did I say “sort of “above. Well, because of Dick, I got to see my mom being fucked. One night, they came home from a party and she. I know she had said all those things about keeping me locked up for a month with no orgasms, but I told myself this was only a temporary deal and she'd soon get bored and move on to something else.If you end up in this scenario, be warned that the skin under your scrotum will likely be sore and even a bit raw after a couple days in this particular device. The skin needs to become accustomed to the foreign material that has suddenly become its best friend. I even read that the skin is actually. ”“Sherri,” he started but stopped when she looked him in the eye.“Not now. I don’t think we have talked about it enough to make a decision.”David stepped behind his wife, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against his body. He leaned his head down and kissed her neck, “I want you to know that I love you with all my heart.”“I will always, no matter what, love you,” Sherri told him.They then walked back to the poolside where Chet and Liza stood. “Is everything okay?” Liza.