His cock riding me. My tits were so sensitive. His cock was so warm, heating with the friction and all shiny from the oil.He said in a low growl, "Mmm.... Like, you being my fuck toy."I whimpered, "Hmmm. Hmmmm. I might have been a little carried away." Mmmm. So I can't put my hands in your pants ANY time I want?"I laughed, "God you remembered." I remembered everything." He grunted and smiled down at me, pumping faster. "Sara, today. You are. Today, you...my fuck toy." I looked at him, as he. I said if she doesn’t clean her underarms the clothes I got for her would go to waste. She agreed after some convincing. She was still afraid to use it herself. I told her its not supposed to be done alone and that I will help her. I asked her to change into the sleeveless top I got her and comeback.Anita returned wearing the tight sleeveless top. She looked delicious. Her dusky well built body. With the tight top there was nothing to cover her butt too. I just feasted on her supple figure.. “Yes try. Often I am too tired or distracted and I give up before I achieve an orgasm. I probably actually get there about half the time. But I try almost every night. Also, sometimes I do not achieve a climax during intercourse, so I have to finish the job manually so to speak so I can get to sleep. What about you?”He smiled and seemed to understand it was time for him to contribute something to the discussion. “I guess I jack off a couple of times a day now. It seems to be my favorite hobby. I would like to say that I have a fairly good practice in deepthroating. I wasn’t worried about the length but the girth of his rod. It was huge. It was fat and the fact that my own husband was watching this from the side made my pussy wetter.His cock was covered with my saliva and some of it was dripping down on the floor too. Some drooled on my lap as I eagerly let his cock slide down my throat. Of course, I was not going to take all of his nine inches down. Halfway through was my achievement.