I went into his dads room, where it all started, and layed across his bed. My hands explored my body. My finger tips caressed my sensitive nipples and...it made my cock twitch. I ran my hands slowly down my stomach, and as one hand cupped and cradled my ball sack, the other grabbed my erection at the base and slowly squeezed and jerked it unitl a clear drop of sweet pre cum appeared at the tip. “That would make a nice image” and I quickly began to record my pre cum leaking cock. I dabbed a finger. I started to kick the rest of my pants down off my legs while she got into place.She slid my foreskin back slowly and licked the tip of my head with the tip of her tongue, then a little more with more of her tongue. She started to stroke me off with one hand and touch my balls with another. It felt so good I sort of giggled, since it tickled some and before I knew it she wrapped her warm, moist lips around my fat head and was sucking gently."Mmmmmhhh..." was all I could do or say.Annie stopped. “When did you get home?” Joan asked. “Just a couple of minutes ago. I smelled the pizza and found it it the oven. Since you two already ate, I came up here to change out of my work clothes and found you riding your little, well, not so little pony.” “Wanna go down and keep Maddy company while she eats?” I asked Joan. “I was going to go down on this,” she said taking a hold of my flag pole, “but seeing as how you like to practice edging, that sounds like a good idea.” Joan took my hand and we. As soon as she saw him there, she dropped her bags and almost fell into his warm embrace. Instinctively, Mark knew something was wrong, but had also learned to let Trisha speak when she was ready. Keeping her snug to his body, Mark slowly moved around the kitchen gathering the ingredients for dinner."Do you want to butter the bread or stir the soup?"He could feel her smiling against his chest. "I'll stir the soup."Over their favorite dinner of grilled cheese and tomato soup, Trisha tried to.