She put on a little mood music and began a slow, sensuous strip for me. She pulled my shirt over my head and began to kiss down my chest, while she r...bbed my hard on through my jeans. Then she released my throbbing dick from my pants and flicked the tip with her tongue. In one swift motion she grabbed the base of my dick, and took as much of it in her mouth as she could handle. Slowly, she bobbed up and down on my tip and her hand worked the base of my dick; using her spit to lube my shaft. . I slowly, delicately, proceed to massage your insides. I enjoy the warm, wet sensation that engulfs my hand. I watch you lips purse and your eyes close as my fingers begin to move faster and faster. Again I witness the sudden realization of your climax, and feel my fingers awash in your sap…. I slowly slide on top of you, using my outstretched arms to hold my weight. I move my pelvis on top of yours, and my engorged and excited organ is rubbing against your slippery vagina. I love this. She passed away a little over 5 years ago and I still love and miss her so very much each and every day that is actually hurts. It is getting easier with time but I don't really know if it will get better. Quite often I find myself thinking and having wonderfully "naughty" fantasies about some of the things we both experienced and that we talked about wanting to explore and experiment with both in and out of the lifestyle. While we did enjoy swinging/swapping for several years there were. Since he knew Mike and Ashley liked each other, he was willing to bet he could get them to “experiment” by playing an old game he had read about on a porn site. But first he would play the game of not being happy about babysitting.“The Johnson’s will be by shortly and we will be going to the Auto Show like we said last night,” said his mom.“Great. What time will you guys be back?” asked Carl.“Probably early evening, like 8 or 9. I need to ask a favor though . . . Ashley is not interested in.