Finally she handed it back and closed her eyes."Jesus," she said, "It's fucking huge. I don't know if I can take it." But at the same time she was spr...ading her legs as far as they would go.I took my time greasing up that thick cock until it was dripping lubricant; I wanted this to be entirely pleasurable for my wife. However, upon my initial attempts I was able only to get the first inch or two of the head into her. Even that was enough to have her rolling her hips like crazy at the. Other substitutions were suggested, discussed, and dismissed, for a variety of reasons. I think the therapist was at wits end (the topic had strayed far afield of PJ's problems) when she suggested sex. Not with her - don't get the wrong idea - but as a substitute for smoking. There was some embarrassed humor, the inevitable "Do you smoke after sex?" question, and the equally inevitable answer, "I don't know, I never looked." Ha, ha.But there were no admissible objections to this substitute.. With this revelation, I got back to work, but this time I started rubbing his balls while sloppily giving him head. When I felt his balls tighten a little bit, I knew that I was doing something right. So, I went all in on this idea and started licking his balls with my tongue.At this point, I had my tongue lapping at his balls while I stroked his cock right in front of me - I felt like such a slut and I LOVED IT! Apparently, he really liked it too because he started breathing much more. ” Sharon leaned up and groped at the head of whoever’s head it was between her legs, secretly hoping that it was Buttercup (though why she wasn’t sure). “Ooh! That hurt! That’s my eye!” shrieked Sweetness. “What the fuck are you doing?” “Don’t you like it?” “Don’t fucking ask! Just get the fuck off me!” Sharon yelled into the dark. A match was struck, and a candle lit. Joy stood up in front of them, with a strange leer. “Don’t you like my darling Sweetness?” She asked with amusement. “I’m no.