I pulled back and then began to lick his balls slowly causing him to shudder in pleasure. My licks ventured up his shaft back up to the head to lick u... any more pre-cum. When done I took him back into my mouth and rubbed my tongue around the gap between his skin and the head. After repeating the circling motion I took him deeper in and let his warm shaft slide to the back of my throat, and then I pulled back and forth pumping on his warm juicy cock. I reached out and began massaging his balls. AGAIN. But don’t worry. I got through it. After reading some sex blogs yesterday by other women who also feel like their libidos are about seventeen stories higher than their husbands can climb, I realized that I will do myself a big favor if I really stop depending on my husband so much for my own sexual pleasure. There’s been a lot of sex toy-shopping talk going on, and I’m going to figure out how to get that done this week. And I’m also going to send myself to Masturbation Improvement. Girlfriends were pissed at her, pissed at their boyfriends; guys were fighting over who might take her home.Nobody did.Jenna got a charge out of this kind of scene, but she wasn't easy. Jill was getting hit on as well, as was I, but we weren't there to hook up, just for the social thing, catching up with friends and such.That night, during my deep sleeep, I dreamed of sex. A blow job, to be specific.When I woke up sure enough, I had that strange feeling again; and the pee-hole at the front of. The fact that one was using the bucket at the time did not hinder one or both of the others from attempting to use it at the same time. Having vomitus spewed upon one's face, hair and back seemed not to effect any of them. Their attention was upon the bucket, not the world around them.I hastened to the barn and emptied the bucket used for the horse's oats and delivered it into the house, only to find the three of them lying on my mattress, snoring louder than before. I took my leave of the.