Her talent was making my legs shake and I told her I was getting ready to cum. That’s when she abruptly stopped and stood again. “Your sack is ...eavy. I bet you have a lot in there. I had better stop. These things are over 100 years old. It I get cum on them my mother will murder me!” She started to turn; but I stopped her. Flat footed. she is a full head shorter than I am. So I picked her up by her waist. And went to kiss her. She stopped me with her fingertips. Grabbed my flute off her. She was a cute teenager whose personality won over everyone she came into contact with. In spite of the nature of our relationship and fifteen year age difference, her hot body had not escaped my notice.When she left for college we remained close, talking occasionally on the phone. She came over for dinner when she came home and we even became drinking buddies. Although my wife’s relationship with Jan was extremely close, Jan had not involved her in the details of her life.Just before Christmas. What little sunlight that peaked around the drawn shades on this late fall afternoon, she looked so inviting lying there for me. I scooted lower on the bed and dipped my head to let my nose encounter that black patch of hair...I felt the firm presence of her pubic mound while discovering something new...that little patch also harbored several scents...her bath soap, the subtle fragrance of the sachet in her pantie drawer and of course a lingering muskiness of the treasure below. Now she had. .. hard,” she said.“You can stop,” I said, waving at her. “You can tell her to do sex things, too. She’ll do anything for you.”“Wow,” said Stacey. She looked around. “But, um, we’re on the street corner.”“So right,” I said. “Let’s get to school and we’ll have some fun in the bathroom before class. You’ll get to meet my futa-dick, Stacey.”“Is that a dildo?” she asked.“No, no, I have a real cock that fires cum and everything. I’m a futa now. Isn’t that cool?”“So cool,” Stacey said as she took my.