She told me to turn round several times. "Yes. That`s quite a tan, but what`s that?" pointing to my slightly hard cock. "Sorry" I said "Don`t be. It`s...natural. I`d like to hold it to make it bigger as I used to do to my husband. May I?" "It would be naughty, but yes, do it". She did, and squeezed it. My prick grew to it`s full hardness. "If you aren`t careful you`ll make something happen as it does when I masturbate" I told her. "So you masturbate, Peter. So do I, and I always do it when I`m. 'I'll cover your mouth, gently', and kissed her forehead as if I was proposing a kindly gesture. She gave in, and let me get my cock closer to her pussy by pushing her thighs apart with my knees. It worked; she even raised her knees once she realised it might be more comfortable that way. It didn't make much difference to getting my cock into her though; she was still tight, and I had to push hard to even get my cock past her outer lips. Once it was there it felt like I couldn’t get any. “I want so badly to feel your soft, tight pussy around my cock. I want to spurt inside of you and feel you cum on me. I want to. Please let me. Oh, god, I can smell your pussy juice. I can imagine my cock where your fingers are. Please…” She came hard as she listened to him beg, moaning and arching. He stopped and sat back. She smiled and bent, licking his cock up and down with the very tip of her tongue, lower and lower past his balls, gently fucking his ass with her tongue and swirling it. This seemingly uninteresting and purportedly undesirable, but quite often not wholly unattractive option represented an obviously overlooked and obstensibly inconceivable alternative to unending masturbation which simply attempted to simulate sexual stimulation and release of tension combined with the heightened sensitivity of the concentration of nerve endings in both the male and female genitalia respectively. For those men that for lack of a better word were lucky for instance or fortunate.