That sort of thing could scare the rigidity out of a steel pole. The blood used by the brain is transferred to the penis when it thinks lurid, prurien... thoughts. Sometimes, though, there is a disconnect in which the mind has no control over the penis.This was one of those cases where Johnny was squeezed tightly in the circle hugging their mother. His penis was against Jeannie's thigh as he wrapped his arms around them all. This is the type of situation where the mind loses control over that. I took a deep breath and started giving John the blowjob I had driven all this way for. I was getting pretty good at sucking cocks. For the first 23 years of my life I was strictly straight. I had girlfriends and enjoyed sex with women and never gave a thought to men in a sexual way. Then I split up with a girl and it hit me badly. I went off the rails with drink and it took a year or so to get back on my feet. I started watching a lot of porn during this time and after a while I stumbled. "She looked down over her luscious, writhing body and began to slowly lift her skirt with one hand and caress her breast with the other. She moved her fingers over her swollen nipple through the thin, satiny material of her dress."What do you find the most arousing about me, Father Murphy?"She gave me a sardonically threatening look."My lips?"She laughed as she spread her legs wide enough to reveal she wasn't wearing panties and her pussy was clean shaven, and glistening."Or is it my ass?"She. I patted it; it was pushed out invitingly for me to caress and I felt her resolve weaken as I squeezed her buttocks. "What's happened?"My eyes glanced to another set of tables; one woman had ensnared three men; each slightly overweight and the wrong side of thirty, but she was enjoying the yells of degradation aimed at her by them; shrieking into a dick rammed down her throat, she squealed with every thrust of a cock into her pussy. Her fingers danced over her clit as she orgasmed, her.