My cock feels electric with the excitement as I pull harder and faster, the moments of a climax are coming but not close enough to stop. My back arcs ...nd I feel the blankets suffocating my body as I want to cum. I strip away the covers, the golden light of a streetlamp washes over me. I feel it building, I remember the look in your eyes as I thrust into you, making motion to bring you closer to fulfillment. My cock jumps in the excitement its almost arrived, but my hand ceases, my breath heavy. I was in a summer type dress and didn’t think much of where his hand was. I was never told about wrong and right touches. To me this was just part of my check up. He would check my teeth with his mirror in one hand, and with his othe hand, he would rub softly on my inner thighs and would on occasion he’d pump into my undies and would rub upward pressing softly a crease into my panties that ran the length of my vagina. I never once thought this was wrong and never questioned any of it. After. I do take some no small measure of pride in that 'hung' business though. That's sort of why I'm divorced. My Peter The Great — I always capitalize him like that — forever needs attention. While my ex-wife was willing to try everything — and that's the absolutely correct word, everything, including stuff I won't even write about — she got tired of trying every variation every three or four hours. Especially all night long, when she had to get up in the morning to go to work. So she left me for. She looked so serene when she swallowed for the last time. Her eyes were still closed and her hand moved to caress the massive bulging baby bump. Her heavy breasts were hanging against the belly, her nipples and areolas were huge and darkened, ready for the arrival of the baby. It was not like she liked the taste, but it was very healthy, and this made me feel happy and proud of the fact I was doing my role in raising the baby.With that in mind, now was a good moment for me to reminisce on what.