Maybe she was just thorough ... After all, I couldn’t actually see what was happening. Maybe she was avoiding his balls entirely and I was just bein... paranoid. But I knew she had to have a good view of them. What was she thinking? Was she desensitized? Was he just an asexual slab of meat to her? Or was she filled with lust, trying to resist the temptation to just reach between his legs and squeeze?I watched as she repeated the same motions on his other leg. “Turn over, please,” she instructed.. Just when I was about to kiss her she tried to move away saying this is completely wrong.I held her neck firmly not letting her go but she kept fidgeting. I told her that I was fantasising about her for 7-8 years and its better to use my dick than my hands every night. That way I might overcome this obsession. She stopped fidgeting and I moved my head towards her and planted a kiss on her lips. She didnt respond and kept her mouth shut. I started sucking her lower lips.Now she parted her lips. I kept lapping at Erma, who was getting rapidly closer to cumming. I heard Claudia's breath pull in sharply, and then she crumpled and yelled in ecstasy, fingering herself wildly even as Jean did. This turned Erma on enough so that she came too.Jean came over and took off my pants. As she did, my penis popped of my underwear and she giggled. She lay me on my back on the bed, next to Erma, and positioned herself over me. She masturbated herself with the tip of my penis until I came, at which. Over and over I experienceda jolt like an electric shock, though pleasant,course through me, with an indescribable pleasurein my throbbing, dangling penis. Although nothinghad touched them, or my penis either, the jerkingof my lonely member made my balls swing and swaylike the bells of Saint Mary’s on Sunday. I beganto ache for something to touch my swollen dick.The fingers kept on stroking. The tension built up.I reached the point of coming, but I didn’t. I knowI groaned. And still.