I wanted to masturbate, but could not, now I can’t fantasize her. I just need her, with her all sexy treasures. I want kiss her lips, eyes, lick her...body, suck her and fuck her. At mid night I phoned her after few rings as the phone is beside her bed as is mine.She was a bit surprised and I think was happy as well. As we talking, I felt she is beside me. I again started praising her, she was laughing. Suddenly voice changed, it seemed a very horny voice. I thought she possibly started fingering. I chatted for hours, swapped numbers and started meeting men, mostly older, lonely men in their homes, just to chat and receive gifts, and sometimes on certain occasions, undress and get into bed with them and lie with my bum hard against them.They liked the feel of my soft skin, other times I held them between my thighs and touched them ever so lightly, as if I had one of my own, thrilled at doing it but tinged with strange but nice feeling, being able to crush a mans sex organ against your. She pinched her nipples and moaned at her own touch, she felt her own drool drip from her chin to fall between her perky mounds and they both locked eyes, groaning again loudly. His breathing started to deepen, it had been a while since she’d heard that sound, but she knew she was ready to taste his first load. Lacy pulled herself from his grasp and took his pulsing shaft, now slick from being inside her mouth, in her hand and started stroking it fast with his large swollen head held between. She told me to make myself at home and so I took a seat on her couch. She went into her kitchen and returned with a couple of glasses of wine. I took a large sip of wine as she sat next to me on the couch. She took a drink then set down her glass. I did the same and then she moved closer to me. I put my arm around her and we kissed, picking up from where we left off in the parking lot. The kissing still felt great and the wine eased my nerves. I’m into the kissing but I remembered that she.