The little girl also had found out while bathing how it felt so good to feel her fingers and hand between her labia lips and passing over her clit. Sh... was doing that more and more while in her bed it felt so nice and she noticed how wet she was becoming from the stimulation as she masturbated herself. She was climaxing and loving it.When the two of them got together and had found some privacy they would still taste each other and bring each other to a climax. They had found they even liked. "I begin to bob on his cock, faster and faster, adding my right hand to massage his balls in rhythm. He's squirming on the couch, panting and groaning as I continue to blow his cock. "Oh god, Regina. Don't stop, please don't stop. Shitttt.. ohhhh sshiiittt.." I feel his balls contract, so I take one last long slurp, and pull off his throbbing dick.His wide eyes say it all, but his mouth has no problem communicating: "What?? What the..? WHY?!"I giggle, pushing him back to lay on the couch. I. I met him at his home. He welcomed me, offered me tea or whiskey, and seemed happy when I said tea would be fine.“Good lad. I’ve got the kettle on.”I followed him into his spacious kitchen, impressed with the design and noting it was sparkling clean. He noticed. “Bit of a neat freak, a legacy from my late wife. She was the most ordered person I ever knew, and it made an impression on me. I often wondered how she would have dealt with children, but she got sick before we were ready for them, and. It's an addiction. I HAVE to be here.He's ready for me. He looks up from his desk and turns his chair out to the side. My invitation. I walk over to him without looking at his face. My knees hit the carpet in front of him. My hands reach for his belt and then his zipper. Forgetting the window and my girlfriend, my total focus is his cock and my mouth meeting.I met him online 6 or so months ago. His wife won't preform oral and I said that I would if it didn't matter that I'm a man. He asked if I.