Expended he let go of my head and fell back a step. Swallowing his load, I got up and walked to the faucet to turn on the water. Chris sat on the be...ch and just stared at me as I began to soap myself up. “You are amazing”, he said. “Thanks”, I responded, “You’re not bad yourself. Now come over here and wash my back.” Chris got up and happily obliged. Soon the back washing turned into front washing and he began sucking my tits as I stroked his regrown cock. “Nice recovery time.” I said. I saw that amazing scene and rushed home masturbated many time imagining her wet boobs n navel.. From there on i used to peep into bathroom when she is bathing and also used to sniff her panties and bras and used to masturbate when she has gone to job and this continued for 2 years in between relation between me and my Kala got stronger as we just became like family and i used to talk 2 her whenever i saw her, she used to be very nice to me as i used to help her in case of her husband health... A guy with his story would be really suspicious, but his sober, sensible mother -- that would be quite something for a mother to cooperate with a line like his.“Theresa, you’re so sexy ... I really don’t want to talk with dead folks ... I just want to make love to you!”“I appreciate that. But yeah, go ahead and talk to your grandpa.”“Uh, you there, grandpa?”“Yes. Hi Peter. Sorry I never got to meet you when I was alive.”“Yeah, me too. But you’ve been there whenever I’ve had sex?”“True, but. So what makes me dip into my panties and stroke, or mount some vibrating machine to orgasm.I was sent a request from a German BDSM fanatic, asking me outright, did I get off watching a man have his balls kicked and punched.I sat back in my chair and pondered this, obviously realising that a man in Germany would jack-off to my answer, so I wrote back to him asking if he would like me kick his balls.That evening, I was invited down to his place to abuse him as I saw fit.On receiving this.