Carefully, I painted my nails a dark pink, to match my lip gloss. I had always had a thing about silk or satin slips. So, when I did wear dresses, I l...ved to wear two slips. Now was no exception. I took two white silk slips from the middle drawer, and, seconds later, the slithery material was rustling to my every movement. I loved the sound. It was so,so, feminine. That was the only word that I could think of. I was feminine, in that sound that was being generated from my body. Both slips had. I had no complaints! Sonny loved it when I sucked him off, but he also enjoyed it when I took my time and fondled his large, hairy balls, and teased his cock before settling in to the eventual crescendo, with it's corresponding climax! Once again, as I teased him like that, he kept up a steady banter of "MMM! Yeah, bitch. Suck that cock! Suck that big motherfucker like you mean it!" Again, there was something strangely, but undeniably exciting, in hearing him talk to me like that; and I came to. His balls are pretty slimed up now. I wrap my thumb and forefinger around the base of his scrotum and start squeezing as my palm wraps around his balls nice and tight. He lets out a moan, mostly pleasure. I squeeze a bit harder. Then he really moans, this time involuntarily.He starts pumping his cock deep down my throat. It was probably that skinny blond from the office. I think about him fucking her as he continues to fuck my mouth. I feel tears running down my cheek, I am so mad, or maybe it. As we stopped I looked into Celia’s eyes and asked her if she had liked my finger in her bottom. It felt sort of strange she said, but I guess I did like it. Would you like to try something a little bigger. Celia got my point immediately, and though she seemed a little uncertain said I guess we could try. Celia returned to Grandma and I went home dreaming of the next chance we would get to fool around. I don’t remember exact events but we ended up not seeing each other for several days. By the.