She coated two fingers with the slimy goo and slathered it on my balls. Using the wet lubrication from the pre-cum, she played with my balls roughly n...w and gave them a couple of quick slaps."Oooh... " I grunted. The slaps hurt a little bit, but were pleasurable too. I didn't picture myself as masochistic, but I must say I was enjoying her using my jewels as a play toy.Then she went all in. She grabbed my balls tightly by the sack and started slapping, squeezing them repeatedly." So, you want. It curled upwards in a very subtle angle. The veins on his shaft rose up his cock like rivers leading to a shapely round helmet with two globes as testicles hanging between his legs. The V shape at the bottom of his torso looked like an arrow pointing to perfection.After the banter died down we all got lost in what we were doing until I noticed something. Gary, who was on the other far side had yet to start."Gary, are you okay? You're not even touching yourself." I asked. I was worried he felt. I wasn’t ready to shoot my load, so I kept up my rhythm. “You can stop now I have cum”, she said, I kept going. “That was fantastic,” I felt her muscles tighten again. “Oh, I think I am going to cum again, I am going to cum, I’m cumming, I’m CUMMMMMMMING!” she grunted. By now we were both dripping with sweat, but I kept thrusting into her. “You are insatiable”, she said, “I couldn’t possibly cum again. I have never cum 3 time is a row”, she continued. “You haven’t been fucked by my huge. Biting her lower lip, she carried them out and laid them on the bed.The garments undoubtedly would send the signals that she wanted to convey, but there was one little problem. At thirty-seven, her metabolism was slowing, and she'd put on a little weight since the last time that she'd worn them."Here goes nothing," she whispered as she pulled her blouse over her head and removed her jeans. Keeping her eyes away from the mirror, she pulled on the skirt and sweater, took a deep breath, and then.