Momma took it from em, looked it over, and declared she could sew an oilcloth wrapper on it to smooth it out. I got up and gave daddy a "thank you" ki...s and pulled on his dick a bit for good measure. and we went on with breakfast.That afternoon, momma presented me with my dildo sewn into an oilcloth covering of checkerboard pattern. Off to the couch I go, Bobby, my brother in tow, to try it out. I thought that putting it in my mouth to get it slicked up might help, but Ugh! Oilcloth doesn't. So if it got me off, what’s the problem, oh that’s right, you feel like I don’t need you. Then you wonder why I won’t fuck you anymore, because why bother if your just going to get all emotional when I don’t cum in you. Go to a doctor, blah, blah, blah.Then I met Lisa, and she changed my life. She was like no other woman I had ever been with. Hot looking, 42, twice divorced, she held up very well. And what was it you might ask that kept me coming back for more, it quite simple, you see she. I can't remember her ever cumming that much or hard before. The entire crotch and ass of her panties were soaking wet when I got done with her. She was sucking me off when the door bell rang. I wouldn't let her stop. I came in her mouth.She was supposed to have coffee ready for us and put on my white, long tailed dress shirt, sleeves cut off, she used for a bikini cover-up and went to the kitchen while I showered and dressed. She was braless.I'd left the garage door open and Steve, Larry,. “Aaaaah!” She cried as she felt him cleave her in two. Engorged. Complete. She felt that she was exactly where she was supposed to be and that his cock was filling her whole body, not just her pussy. He slipped out, paused, and pushed back into her. She moaned, loudly this time, and as he swung in and out of her, she felt herself building to orgasm. All of her weight was resting on the table - her legs were dangling useless. He had one hand on the small of her back, one hand pulling on the.