I pushed my finger against the spandex. I was now soaked and I felt the wetness penetrate the stretchy material. I had reached home.I got out the car ...nd pulled at my shorts as I stood up. The material had formed a second skin against my torso outlining the shape of my pussy lips. I pulled at the spandex in an attempt to hide it, and I quickly ran to my front door. I was still at a peak of sexual excitement and my focus was to get somewhere private and finish off the job.I ran up to my house. For some reason the size of this big bra turned me on and the chubby I’d had for an hour turned into a raging hard-on. I sniffed the sweet scent of the bra, then the crotch of the slightly musky panties, while jacking my big dick to a great orgasm – thinking of fucking Ruth. Ruth swept in the next Sunday evening with a bottle of Scotch ‘to thank you for your work,’ she said, ‘I like to drink, and a little smoke, too, if you’ve got any.’ I fired up my bong, poured us drinks, and we proceeded to. Wait a minute! He enjoyed my arrogance. He enjoyed my forcefulness, my cocksure attitude that he was going to suck my cock…or else!How could he enjoy my holding his head with both hands and guiding his every move so it brought me maximum pleasure? How could he allow himself to be used as my fuck toy, anyway I wanted even up to forcing him to eat my spurting orgasm. He actually told me “it was “fantastic”! Shit, there really must be a God! A God who takes care of all of us…me the lusting. The type of nasty porn magazines with the pages all stuck together with dried cum. I would often close my eyes and imagine myself secretly watching some horny, perverted dude stroking his cock while fantasying about his neighbor's daughter; milking his cock over the centerfold pages of the dainty young women. I have to admit that I enjoyed the feel of my buddies' cocks in my grip and jerking them until their sperm splattered all over my hands. I would continue to stroke each one until my palms.