Tippling the neck, I ran the bottle neck ridges along my now fully erect nipple. The sensuous pain as the steel stud pulled on the nipple made me craz..., causing me to squeeze my legs together tightly. "Ah shit" I hollered out as I felt the extreme coolness penetrate my parted labia lips. The coolness created a fully erect clit instantly as I felt my juices flow from within. I was fucking horny now and wanted to play as I was home alone. Turning the bottle upside down, I placed it over my nipple. She then licks her fingers and puts her hand under the blankets making it quite obvious she is masterbating. My boss noticing she is doing this begins to stoke his cock thru his pants and it went on for a minute of two like that until Krys turns to him and whispers "how kinky are you" to which he replies in a simple "VERY". So Krys slides out from under the bed covers and sits on the edge of the bed and says she always wanted to try something and asked him if he would like to fuck her and. .cu...cummi...cummi...oh...oh...oh...yessss!" As the words left my lips I felt the delicious release as the sperm left my knob end and splashed the back of Nigel's throat. Stream after stream of thick creamy sperm shot into his tonsils as my balls were pulled up hard against my groin and my orgasm muscle fired like a Bren gun, till my magazines were empty.The strain of it all was beginning to tell, and I flopped down with my head resting against the side of his still rock hard prick.I heard him. “I’ve arranged it. Come.”She led me into the room. The room where my momma had died. It was July of 1987. Caroline Wyatt was only 55-years-old. She looked to be asleep, only that. But there was no movement or breathing. Penelope pulled a chair up next to the bed. I sat in it.I don’t know how long we were there, but it was a while. Eventually, somehow, she got me home. We didn’t talk much. We would be, maybe tomorrow, but today, no.Everyone from the salon from where she had worked for so many.