After what seemed an age he spoke again " do you want to do this for me" he said.I nodded again held out my hand and gripped it,i could only just get ...y hand round it.He put his hand over mine and began to move it,up and down the huge shaft.It felt so hard and hot in my small hand,i thought it would burst into flames.I masterbated him for a few minutes more when he asked do i want to kiss it,i said yes and lent forward and kissed the end of his cock.I could taste what i now know was his precum. He slipped his wrinkled hand inside her now-open jean shorts and beneath her pants and found her clit, rubbing the tip of his middle finger quickly and repeatedly over it, giving a little pressure. Cheyenne felt her nipples almost painfully erect as she whined with pleasure. While one hand was rubbing her clit, his other hand quickly went to her tits, pulling up the cup of the bra like it was his last chance, and rubbed her erect nipple between his thumb and index finger. Her mind was. The other guys seemed to be in the same mind but unknown to me there was another woman not on birth control. When it was time to pair up, each guy reached out and took the hand of their respective wife. Cindy gave me that “are you sure?” look and in the alcoholic fog I nodded yes.Cindy's guy was Bill and he led her to one of the bedrooms. Since he was already naked she started receiving kisses and rubs as he slowly unzipped her dress and lifted it over her head. She then kicked off her shoes. I had heard Abigail warned that soon her baby doll would have to go away for a few days, but when she returned she would be a real baby doll. Abigail was so excited and held me so tight, rocking me in her arms. The feeling of helplessness was intense. My existence of being fed, winded, nappy changed, bathed and dressed was totally controlled by the girl that owned the doll, and I was the doll.Some days she would get up and forget her doll. The cot that I slept in was in her bedroom. She would.