Bob, being a Buddhist, calmly, patiently, and softly worked Heather through her grief until she finally let it go. It was not an easy task, and both w...ll tell you they suffered greatly from some of the realizations. In the end they were so close that the other girls told her that she'd grown a male appendage that seemed to be permanently attached. When one of the others said something about having a male appendage Heather would always look down and say, "Ohmigod. Have I grown a dick?" leaving. I increased my speed of my hand, and he started bucking his hips. I immediately stopped. “With all due respect, Mr. West, blow jobs are the only time I want to be in control. When I signal for you to start helping, you help, but until then please don’t speed up my fun time,” I said innocently. This took him by surprise. He nodded and relaxed deeper into his chair. “Sure, baby.” I smiled at him. I quickly got back to where I left off except I started to replace my hand with my mouth as I went. I felt his index finger move to my asshole. I didn’t believe it, he was actually going to finger my asshole. He moved his finger around in a circle by my entrance, only furthering the anticipation again, before I felt the tip of his finger enter me. I moaned loudly now as he pushed his finger deeper into my asshole. I felt every movement of his against my tight sphincter. Every joint and deformation in his skin rubbed against my insides. Soon, he was thrusting in and out with his finger too. My. "Mom, what the fuck?" "Oh baby boy suck my tits, make love to me. Please be my mother fucker?" Now, I found my head between her boobs, down in her deep valley. I was too turned on to protest any further and lavished her boobs with kissing and sucking like I had never given any woman before. Of course, I let my hands join in the fun squeezing and twisting on her wonderful orbs. I couldn't believe how wonderful they tasted as I licked off the wine, sweat, and various tastes from a long day of.