” Paul said. I just blushed a little bit and sat down on the couch next to him. We talked for a couple of minutes as I shared with him some of my tr...als and tribulations with make-up application. He was very positive and told me to keep working at it and before long I would no longer have any reason to doubt myself. As we talked, I would occasionally look down at his hardening cock. Paul’s cock is massive. It is over eight inches long and impossibly thick. My mouth watered as I kept stealing. ” I said, my hand tracing along the side of her body, stopping for a little squeeze where the squeezing was good. “Do you want me to stop?” “No,” I said. “Make me cum. I’m about ready to explode here.” “Don’t worry about that honey,” she said, giving my cock an almost unpleasantly hard squeeze. “I’ll make you cum, but not until I say. Lie on your back.” I did as she said and rolled over onto my back. My feet were flat on the bed, with my knees bent and legs quite wide apart. My cock was. Braun was pushing an old red gas-powered mower around his lawn. If she turned it another she could just barely see the street. Looking straight down however showed her another window, and beyond it a messy teen boy’s bedroom with posters of football players and hip-hop stars on the walls. The floor was covered with discarded t-shirts and boxer shorts.Aiden Braun, Susan thought, recalling the image of the nervous kid standing in her doorway holding his mother’s casserole. She couldn’t help but. .I'm sorry I just want to lay here and not do anything, I'm burnt out!"I said almost pleading, "Oh, come on, I want to be with you!"She sighed and said, "I'm sorry, I love you, but not tonight." and then she rolled over. So here I am lying in the bed next to my hot wife, horny as hell and desperate to shot a big load. That's when I pulled on her shoulder and said, "Could you at least help me cum?" She said, "What?....What do you want?...I'm so tired."I said, "I don't know, maybe you could tell.