Then I would alternate between that scenario and at the prospect of giving him oral servicing to harden him up. Meanwhile my resourceful wifey saved t...e day again by scoring a willing victim for tonight! At last it was showtime. When we heard the door buzzer, we opened it, introduced ourselves, offered drinks and eventually melted the collective palpable nervousness. In no time flat we all shed clothing excitedly, and that's when we both gasped at the site of the b**st incarnate of our third.. I closed my eye so I could focus on her stroking every inch of me from top to bottom. I imagined my dick was in her mouth and it felt like it. My dick was fully erect and I could feel the intensity growing with each stroke. Before I really knew what was happening she climbed up on the table and sat right in front of me, forcing my legs wide open and sat my thighs up on her legs. She kept stroking my dick with both hands while leaning over and running her hair along my chest. She then took a. A hand job from a strange woman is just that; it becomes mechanical relief. Don't get me wrong - it beats self-abuse hands down; indeed, it was a mind- blowing experience, for several reasons. Nobody had ever - and I mean EVER - done it to me before, not even xxxxx my wife, and the way it was done was so good and polished that it was an incredible experience. Never, even in my younger more virile days, have I ever ejaculated so hard that both a first and second spurt hit a ceiling nearly six. It was four inches long and not even erect. Catharine touched it with her index finger. Her cold hand made it jump as if scared of her touch. "I don't know what to do," Vogue said. "Don't worry, leave it to me." Catharine, still bent over, began to caress his penis with her fingers. With each rub, life seemed to be filling it up. She stood up and began to rub her leg against it as she kissed the Cardinal multiple times. Each second felt like it was longer than the last. Vogue.