Once seated on the edge, he saw Mr. L. kneel between his legs, just as he had done did a few minutes ago. Mr. L. reached out his left hand and encased...Timmy’s balls. He squeezed. He then grabbed Timmy’s four inch very erect cock in his right and pulled. Timmy let out a squeal. It was part pain and part pleasure. Mr. L. continued to jerk Timmy’s cock by pulling it very hard. He was stretching his cock and pulling and squeezing his balls at the same time. Timmy knew he was going to come any. She brought her fingers to her mouth and her lips parted. "Suck it all off for me," I moaned, as I felt my cock get even harder. Her fingers dove into her mouth, remained in there for a minute and we kept eye contact the whole time. I felt sleepy and feared I may pass out. I stop thrusting. "I gotta take a break," I muttered, out of breath. I lied back and rested my head on the wall as I went through a heavy breathing process. With two raised eyebrows, she slowly slid her fingers out of her. I need to think of something different as a punishment.”“Oh!” she said and looked down.Then she looked up again. “Like what?”“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m thinking.”And I really was thinking. Nothing was coming to mind.“What punishment do you think I should give you?” I asked the question more to buy time than in the hope of getting a suitable answer.She thought for a moment and then tears started running down her face. “Maybe I shouldn’t get to go to the club tonight,” she said through her. The hotter she got and the longer she waited, with her cunt simmering, the nicer that idea seemed.Eventually, she saw them coming across the yard.Both looked exhausted.She opened the top three buttons of her blouse and fixed a seductive smile on her face and went to the door.Chris didn't even notice.The boy was so drained that it didn't occur to him that he might have a crack at fucking the divorcee, nor could he have managed it, anyhow. He simply turned the dog over to her and left.Stella was.