. the sensation from his dream was real. She was sucking his cock like a pro. She was getting about three quarters of the way down on his 7" cock, hol...ing and kneading his balls in one hand, while the other stroked the shaft as she slid it in and out of her mouth. "Daaaaamnnnn.... that's so good," he let's out between his moaning. She looks up and gives him a wink as she continue to work. It didn't take much longer, her mouth was wet and warm and her hand action, twisting and stroking was. I rubbed my wet and gaping slit, with my forefinger and middle finger sliding either side of my inflamed and swollen clit, it's head emerging from beneath its protective hood. His hand increased its pace until he was wanking furiously his face in a grimace of pleasure as whatever he was thinking about caused him to approach orgasm. I matched him stroke for stroke, my fingers now slurping noisily in and out of my dripping pussy, the sight of his frantic strokes driving me to my own orgasm. I. It was what led me to alcoholism. The constant thinking ... hammering in my skull ... about things I couldn’t change. My own impotence. And drinking only drove me further inside. I wanted to be there for Josh, to let him know that he was supported, but I’m an adult.It was Cassie who invited him to church with us a few weeks after the incident. I was surprised when he accepted the invitation. His father declined, saying that he found comfort in the Methodist Church and didn’t feel inclined to. Tell me, and she grabbed my crotch and asked wherethe chastity I had on in 1 of my pics was at. I stammered at home. Shewhispered in my ear she wanted me in it tomorrow and to give her the key.She opens her blouse and reveals a very sexy bra that I would die for andtold me to kiss her cleavage ever so gently. As I did she grabbed mycrotch again through my red and black satin panties only to be as hard asI ever have been. Again whispering in my ear that it was so unladylikefor me to have such a.