At the end of the dildo was a button. When she was able to thrust the dildo all the way down her mouth, her lips could push two buttons situated just ...bove and below the rubber shaft. When she did, little vibrating eggs that hung from threads tied to her clit and nipple rings would pulse.Normally this would be quite pleasurable. But two things kept her from reaching her climatic release. Firstly, by keeping the eggs on threads rather than pressed close to her flesh, the vibrations were enough. We chatted, mostly about you. I spoke to you at her funeral, but you were distracted.’ ‘Sorry, Connie, that day’s blurred. Sorry about Freddie, I liked him.’ I played Sunday golf with Freddie Evans until seven years ago. He worried leaving Connie alone, he had heart problems. They couldn’t have children after Connie’s ex-husband beat her almost to death while heavily pregnant with Freddie’s child. ‘Freddie was a nice man,’ she remembered, ‘And you were a nice boy.’ ***** I thought of school,. I looked at the perfect fitting of the condom on my brothers cock, the end bit was full of a whitish milky liquid and mother sat ashen-faced, then she uttered how sorry she was, she did not mean to make him cum.She downed her forth and was quite drunk by then and her inhibitions were much more relaxed as she laughed and started to tell us stories of her boyfriends before she met our daddy and all this time my poor brother stood with the condom still stuck on his cock, which was getting harder. .mmmm I met him at a night club in Dominican Republic . He was my favorite sex partner, no other man has ever made me feel like that. I would go there just so he could fuck me, he made me cum so many times every time I visit. I didn't want to leave. I would masturbate to him often. I would call him just to hear his strong voice he would ....jerk off while I touched myself. He is soooo good at making me cum...so easy. I think the fact his dick head is huge and the curve makes the shaft.