..which enables her to assault my prick with pleasure and yet keep me teetering on the brink of ecstasy.Her hand never strokes me the same way twice. ...ast, slow...tight, soft...hard, gentle...long strokes, short strokes. She knows and loves every detail of my boney hardness...every bump, every ridge, every shape, contour and pulsing vein. Her tender fingers lovingly trace the surface of my raging tool.For a brief instant, Erin hand releases me. I look down as she quickly drags her hand up her. "They smiled and said, "Sit. I'll get him." Do you know how to lift a baby?"They smiled, "One day as a mum and she's already decided your dad's anincompetent, Eddie."I laughed. "Stop! It hurts to laugh."They smiled. "Yes, I know how to lift an infant," they saId, carefullylifting him and making sure to cradle his head. "Here's mum, Eddie,"they said, tenderly.He kept crying. He didn't feel wet. "Can you wheel the cart over? Ineed to make him a bottle," I sighed."What's wrong?"I paused. I can hear them calling to me. I respond by beginning to kiss the entire length of your left leg starting at your ankle. Slowly I kiss and lick your smooth textured skin with my lips and tongue while you have your breasts attended to by your bookends. At one point you open your eyes and raise your head to look at me as my attentions continue on past your knee and up your soft inner thigh. “I was hoping it would be you. – What took you so long,” you say to me. I respond by nipping your soft. She was almost gushing with virgin’s adoration, that sentiment a woman gets to her first man. Maybe it’s a crock, but it seems real enough. Come Saturday I met with her, and we screwed again in her bed, this time with me covering my cock with a condom. I don’t know what it was about her, but I could hardly keep my composure and came within 20 minutes. Still, it was long enough to satisfy her, and it wasn’t like she had a whole lot of lovers to compare me to, right?I wasn’t going out of town..