I want you to take a long hot bath. I need you to shave your body completely except for a little patch above your small boyclit. Be sure to soak in th... tub for a long time, the oils have to have time to get your skin soft. Don't disappoint me. I used the last of your money to get you the bath oils. I will lend you what you need till you get back on your feet again. You owe me $50 from the clothes so far. I will keep track of it, don't worry. Thinking of You,Glen"There was a bag next to the. Some of the losers were online, the ones who always sent pictures of their cocks. Something I learned over the years was that the cocks in the pics never belonged to the senders. Almost at the bottom of the live contacts was the one I needed to chat to. He was a guy in his mid forties who had a marvellous way of leading everyday conversation into delightfully naughty sex chat. I sent a nudge to see if he wanted to chat.Hello foxy. How are you this evening?You know me. Horny as fuck…as per. So I got up and went to the mens room, but actually walked around the corner and spied on them. After a few moments my wife rested her head on Jim's shoulder and he kissed her neck as they danced in each others arms. Just as the song ended I saw Jim's right hand slide down to feel my wife's ass while his left hand slipped up to her breast. My wife much to my surprise gave him a french kiss right there on the dance floor, it only lasted about 10 seconds but seemed like a minute or more as I. Without thinking about it, and probably still without breathing and a significant lump in my throat, I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock. I felt the warmth and hardness of his cock, and yet the silky spongy feel of the skin. I stroked his cock a few times and let out a sigh. With that exhalation went all my nerves, all I was focused on was how wonderful his cock felt in my hand. I got on my knees on the floor, leaned over and took the head of his cock into my mouth. My tongue.