And continue she did. With only a slight increase in speed, she pumped me. Occasionally she would use her thumb to rub the underside of my cockhead. I...was beginning to actually feel light headed as she relentlessly continued handling my cock.She finally did shift position, but only to sit up between my legs and resume stroking my swollen penis. I felt like I was going to shoot at any moment, but I also felt like I may never get to cum. I was reduced to almost pleading, “Gracie, sit on me and. In fact she was gone at least one weekend out of every month. Sometimes more. On weekdays she often visited her growing branches as they multiplied throughout the state. And beyond.She never invited Jack to accompany her.Not that he hadn't asked her to. He had dropped hints, for sure. Especially when she started going away during weekends. When she didn't seem to pick up on them, he dropped his efforts. It hurt, yes. But he had his pride, he told himself. He wouldn't embarrass her or himself by. And... I'd do it again if I wanted to!" There was still no word from Danny and she finally worked up the courage to look over at him. To her surprise, there was a strange glitter in his eyes and even more amazing, his depleted cock was showing signs of rejuvenation as obscene pictures ran through his mind of this creamy-skinned young girl and that huge hairy beast locked together in unnatural passion. Some of his obvious sexual excitement transmitted itself to her, and an insanely lewd and. "Sorry Mom. Sorry everyone, but I won a 500 dollar bet I made in seventh grade with that word." Wendy answered with a blush."Hang on!" Wendy said, activating her tap. "Bren? Wen!" She gushed. "Guess what? You owe me 500 dollars." After a long pause she continued. "Yes!" and span around in circles like a schoolgirl as she said it, followed by giggling and jumping up and down. It must be said. The current Wendy Fellowes is far too feminine above the waist to make jumping up and down like a.