We swapped stories and sexual adventures and I told him about my problem with Jan.It wasn't for some time later, that Tim mentioned it again."Alan," h... said being serious, "if you want, I think I can help you out with Jan's problems." I had forgotten I had said anything about it and I didn't really want to discuss it again. "Sally was the same," he carried on, Sally being his gorgeous wife, a slim blonde with incredible legs. "It all stems from their upbringing you know, parents have a lot to. “Ohhh…” My tongue moved down. “Mmm!” My tongued entered her. “AHHH!” She screamed. I ate her without inhibition. You could hear the loud slurping and sucking sounds as I feasted on her sex. My tongue probed deeply into her, at which point she would stop breathing and her eyes would roll back, as the pleasure was too much to bare. My face was soon covered with her juices; it was so profuse that small driblets of it would form under my chin. With each thumb, I would peel her lips back until I. Once it's lubed up I watch him step up to my ass. I feel the tip on my asshole. My little brown star starts puckering up in anticipation. Mr Jones plays with me by rubbing the tip around my asshole and just barely putting the tip in. Finally I can't stand it anymore and push back onto his dick when he has the tip just barely in. His dick goes halfway in. I push back some more and now he's buried completely in my ass. His thighs are against my thighs. His balls are touching mine. His dick feels. His hands moved to my shoulders, flattening, narrowing, and softeningthem.I could feel everything he was doing. There was no pain. Nor was therepleasure. There was just feeling.He continued down my arms--shrinking, smoothing and softening them as hewent. The thick, dark hair gave way to a light, sparse, and soft down.He interlaced his fingers with mine, and then pulled away, leaving daintyfingers and hands behind.His hands moved to my waist. He pushed in from the side, carving outnotches on.