“Why so glum, chum?” he asks his sad friend.“Oh, it’s my wife, she beats me at everything we compete at. Jogging, bowling, tennis, cards ... j...st everything.”The friend orders a beer and pauses to think. “I know,” he exclaims, “Challenge her to a pissing contest.”“A pissing contest?”“Surely you can out distance her on that ... do it on the front lawn so you can see the difference.”“Ok, I’ll do it.”So he goes home and says to his wife, “I challenge you to distance pissing contest. We’ll meet on. My toes are particularly sensitive, so I was able to equally enjoy the attention Beth gave to them, and my feet. At Beth’s request I turned over to lay face up on my back. The massage began again with sensitivity on my face, eyes and throat; but when Beth touched my breasts the fires started burning a little more brightly in my nerve endings. I found the female hands on my nipples somehow very erotic, and Beth commented on hard and elongated they had become; the fact of her noticing and. Just keep on playing&hellip,please. Thank you, Mrs. Davis. That really means a lot to me, thank you. She released him from her embrace and just smiled. Mr. Davis walked over and shook Jeffs hand, patting him on the shoulder for the good work. Jeff, that was really something, and let me tell you, its not easy to make a man cry. Dont ever doubt your extraordinary abilities. Yes, Sir. Jeff said. Mum put down the box of tissues and rose from her chair. Would anybody like some dessert? I believe we. Her eyes lit up to see how horny her cum stained knickers made me. I put the panties aside and scooped some mousse into my hand. She watched in anticipation. I smeared it between her ripe cheeks. Spanking both cheeks in unison, I ran my tongue from her clit, through her soaking pussy and up her ass-crack. Back and forth I went. She moaned when I applied the mousse and even more so when I began licking it off. Her asshole flexed to my tongue's touch. Grabbing the bowl again, I smeared the mousse.