Anything to make him stop annoying her and take his finger out her ass. She took her hand out the sink and dropped it to the cupboards, dripping soapy...water onto the floor. She still didn't quite understand what Mike wanted to do. How could you fuck a hand?'Cup it a little bit,' Mike said, and she did so.Alice felt a very warm pressure nudging against the palm of her hand, and glanced down to see the glistening head of Mike's cock pushing into her wet hand. 'What are you doing?' she said, a bit. I unconsciously watch the USA and Canada hockey game, knowing where you are you are watching it as well. That’s the closest I can get to you. I have not felt your touch in months, your kisses are faintly remembered, your touch is unfamiliar, and I long for you to come home and refresh my memory. I sit and stare between my television and computer screen, my mind keeps remembering the first moment together. We had lay in your bed, the lights were dim. I had just gotten out of the hospital for. I went over to him.He still had his trousers and shorts down around his ankles. She asked me what I thought. I peered at his now fully soft cock."Not much", I said and asked him how long he was having erectile problems.He told me he wasn't and he just had a small rash. "Yes," I said, "it is small, I need a another more experienced opinion. I called mum in, who had of course been listening.Mum came in and we asked her to have a look.She said she could of course prescribe something to make him. You were a bad boy and need punishing,” she said, “Now…get up and drop your pants.” Anthony’s shaft got harder, if possible, as he rose from his seat. As his pants pooled around his ankles, he dared to look up at her. He could only imagine how he looked, standing there in those silky panties; half of his cock was escaping from the top and his sac spilling out of the crotch. He watched her reach into her purse and pull out something flesh colored. Pre cum oozed from his slit, as she walked.