I wrung off the final few trickles and cleans up as I continued to talk to Holly. She had stopped masturbating and was sobbing softly. We arranged to...for me to visit her during the day when her husband was at work. When the day finally arrived I was at her doorstep promptly at the appointed time. She was dressed in a long t shirt to camouflage the baby weight she had aquired, but I could tell that she wore no bra by the way her tits shifted beneath the cotton material. Both heavy with milk,. It's a non-sexual thing -- normally; but I'll come to that a little later.Over the years I have had back trouble that has bothered me to a lesser or greater degree. Don't ask -- Sven the younger was showing off, slipped, fell and cracked his lower back badly over the edge of a diving board. Even at -- especially at -- eighteen, this is not a good idea. It has caused me grief off and on ever since. During one of the times when it was being more than a passing nuisance, I was willing to try. When I was in my teens, I had a friend who would trade penthouse magazines with me. Generally these were magazines that we picked up here and there (I had an enormous supply available, but I don't feel like explaining). Anyhow, one day we decided to look them over together while I was sleeping over at his house. My favourite pictures were the lesbian photos, but his was boy/girl.It was late at night (well midnight or so) and 'Mike' and I were pouring over a couple of magazines and my cock was. " I turned my head to watch her slowly maneuver her body closer and closer to his cock until his tip parted her labia and she started humping up and down on it, letting the tip slide the length of her pussy. She had an almost crazed look in her eyes. I stepped aside and began fingering myself watching her close her eyes and rubbing his cock."Guide it Kelly, guide it where you want it most." I continued to cajole her. Her hand grabbed his shaft, and she rubbed its tip against her clitty, back.