I had been flirting had with this beautiful fat girl working there for about 2 months. I asked her up because I was going to get rid of some stuff and...she wanted it.I met her at the door and chated while I packed up some stuff for her. We sat down on the couch and I put some ice on my shoulder and knee. She ask if i wanted a massage. I took my shirt off. Her warm soft hands felt wonderful on my neck and shoulder, i was wondering how they would feel on my balls. She did that for a whole. I. Looking down I was greeted by the wonderful sight of her naked podgy little body, with just-raised nipples, and her as-yet-hairless crotch disappearing between her thighs, both hands cupping my balls, frantically fucking her own mouth onto me. ‘Well Heaven can’t be much better than THIS!’ I thought.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Just at that moment I caught sight, out of the corner of my eye, of the delightful. ” I almost paused in the doorway to the kitchen - I let that strange comment go from my mind as quickly as I could. My son had probably met some girl at university and she had taught him enough to him to flatter the ladies. Though he was aiming this flattery at me ... I again forced the thoughts from my mind. And where did that self confidence come from - he had certainly not left home with it?When I returned from discarding the first handful of dishes I found my son helping with the soiled. With her extended hand, she grabbed another, danglier, softer, more sensitive part of her man and squeezed vigorously as though trying to drain a lemon.Jack was already nearly hoarse and instead just wept. Having gone five weeks without an orgasm, but maintaining a permanently plump erection, his testicles had distended majorly with zillions of little Jacks and Jacquis fighting to escape. Even a breath on his balls would induce a dull ache. On the verge of rupturing in Wendy’s choking grip, the.