I let out a soft sigh as she began to work my cock with her lips, tongue and throat. While most of my buddies complain that their wives never giving ...hem head, my Ann loves to suck cock. I looked down at her and said, “Baby, I could watch you suck cock all day.” She smiled up while taking my cock out of her mouth and replied, “I know.” It didn’t take long for her to bring me to orgasm and fill her mouth with a huge load of cum. Ann swallowed it down like a champ before sliding up next to. Bastards. So here I am, my feet being played with for the next ninety minutes, then I shall treat myself to a sixty minute back and butt massage. And hopefully fall asleep. Now. Back to the masturbation blues blog post. I think it was the end of May, on a Sunday. My lessons were canceled, Jorge felt great (I name my boo boo’s and Jorge was a soft tissue ulcer in my arm/wrist.), I could finally wield my Fun Factory Toy the way god invested them to be wielded, with some force, with some speed and. My heart was pounding, my mind just kept repeating omg, omg, omg.My cock rose quickly, so hard I thought it would explode. That was the hottest sight I’d ever seen, yes - on the internet but not in real life. The dog was licking and licking and she was moaning into her pillow trying to keep as quiet as she could. She must have thought I’d gone to work like her Dad. Her cute little feet were up in the air her toes curled with pleasure. I couldn’t resist any longer and pulled my cock out and. “Bye Trisha”.I sat there in the resounding silence, clinging to the echo of her voice, imagining her confident, radiant smile, feeling....what? Loss? Yes, and relief, and affection, and...infatuation? Yes, definitely infatuation. Maybe more. Maybe the familiar intoxicating onset of NRE. But mainly I felt the quiet joy of knowing that she was all right. She was safe and happy. And apparently having a helluva good time. Except for the pigs. I wondered what she meant by that, what she had to deal.