I felt desirable.I felt needed.I felt sexy.And I felt my balls telling me that they had never been so excited.Then my balls expressed themselves the w...y they communicate best.I screamed like a pathetic little sissyboy as I blasted my sperm allover Mr. Gusher's hand and arm and my tummy and white babydoll.I stopped wanking Mr. Gusher as I evacuated my testicles.Why was I disappointed that I hadn't made him cum?I shouldn't even have been touching him "down there."I was a young man, wasn't I? I. ********The church was nearly full. More than 600 people had come to pay their respects. They sat quietly, listening to Father Martin conduct the service. The usual prayers were mixed with words of praise for Martha Franklin, for her love and devotion to her family, for her generosity to the community.There was a small buzz of surprise when Max rose from the front row and moved up beside Father Martin. With tight lips, looking unwilling, Father Martin moved to one side and sat down,. It was so intense once she started to fuck my ass frantically. When I am inside a girl, I usually find that it feels really good with the first insertion, but then the sensation goes away, and it takes a bit before it feels good enough to cum. When she was fucking my ass it was completely different. It started out intense as hell, and just kept building. She humped my ass about 50-60 times and then paused, she said she has no idea how I do that for so long, she was panting out of breath. I told. I press a finger through my labia and give my clit a good flick, which in turn makes me gasp. I cannot help it, I am trying to be quiet, but it feels so good, that electrical shock of pleasure. I slip my hand farther down, running my fingers between my lips, revelling in the wetness. I slip a finger into my hole, just an inch or two, and slip it out, repeating until my hips want to lift off the desk.I can hear your voice: you are still talking, but your eyes are fastened upon me, upon that.