"You can't touch okay?"Dean nodded.I moved my boobs closer to his face. His eyes were almost glazed, his breathing very heavy. His hands were on his c...ck massaging them as my boobs were inches from his face. To his credit he did as he was told and didn't move, though I'm sure it was a struggle."Okay, go sit on the other couch," I instructed James and Dean.I sat on the edge of the couch and spread my legs and started playing with my pussy. "I need to cum James, make me cum!" Come here," he. Then I opened my mouth and pushed the head inside, my lips and tongue caressed it, licking and sucking. I had been fantasizing for months before building up the courage to actually go on-line to a sex store and ordering it, worrying about the size, the color the shape, filled with dread of being exposed, trembling in terror and sexual excitement at the thought of sucking it and most of all my most secret inner hunger to force it down my throat, pretending it was a man forcing me. Now I had. ” So there I was, completely spread-eagled against the bottom of my bed, preparing for the inevitable onslaught of those hyperactive little eel fingers and that sinful little mouth. I cringed slightly as I felt her clustered ball of knuckles pinch my labia lips into my vulva. A quick little hump on my part got all the tender bits back where they should be. As she gave my pussy a vibrating little shake, my mind recalled a similar situation from the past. On the hot summer day Doug and I. I ran a warm bath and added in my favorite bubble bath. I opted for lighting a few candles around the bathtub instead of turning on the lights. My head was pounding and I needed optimum relaxation. As I slipped into the bath, I tried to clear my mind and leave the office behind. I definitely did not want to worry about work right now. I let the hot water soothe my body and laid back, listening to the silence in the house. After a few minutes, I thought I heard footsteps. I sat up, listening.