I recall watching porn early as well, no one was home and I’d hit my dad’s stash, as I’m pretty sure the majority of k**s did…at least from ta...king to friends. As I got a bit older, I began to create my own little collection that eventually grew into quite a nice one. I would take my favorite bits and pieces of the longer versions and make my own “Mix Tape”. We happened to have one of those video copy machines where they were side by side. So I was able to enjoy a full tape of only my. Before long the blond grap my cock and gently stroked it up and down. The red head moved closer and started kissing us both while she played with my balls. What a nice feeling, a hand on my cock, hand on my balls, 4 breast in my face as they are kissing and all this time I am playing with both there clits. I did not even realize that the men was back upstairs and watching us. They stood there enjoying the show and stroking themselves. They got in the water and we caress the ladies a bit until. His big hands were first on my biceps helping me pull downward ... when he moved them to my waist I just kept pulling down the weights. When his hands crept upward they were glancing the bottom of my large tightly covered breasts. Each time I would pull down on the weights his hands would make contact with my giggling boobs. I felt a rush of adrenalin knowing a man other than my husband was touching my tits and I felt no guilt and actually went past my rep. number to feel his hands on me a. I had hired him six years ago after the recent death of his wife. Once again I became aware of the sadness surrounding this hard working man who had lost so much. I wanted to take him in my arms and hold him as if I could remove his sorrow by my mere touch. I decided that I would keep things simple, for now."Timmy, you are free to come and watch me paint anytime you'd like. Maybe I could set up an easel for you and we could paint together. Would you like that?" I really would, Melissa." .