. we just carried on talking, maybe a bit about her husband wandering once he found out she could not have any c***dren, this was obviously some of he... tears.. as she tried to explain to me but I would never understand that kick in the psyche of a young woman . I had not seen but the time had gone so fast..she felt very easy in my company and had moved to the same sofa and she was but had little need to still show me her new shoes.. laid in my lap and her stockinged feet crossed and then toe. Don’t you think soooo?” He smiled, modestly and said, “I guess so,” as in is that normal. “Sure, I’d like that,” he went on to tell her. “Great, when?” he asked. “You tell me,” she told him. “I’m free this week. I’ll be heading back to... ” and he told her to what city he was now living in. “Great,” she said. “How about tomorrow afternoon?” He smiled a little more comfortably and they stared into the other’s eyes. He thought about it a moment and then he said yes. She wrote down her address and. The bartender even tolerated our shouting and toasting. When he asked for my ID, I slapped it down on the bar in triumph. But it was a week night and my friends had long since left. The cute bartender’s smile was starting to look strained. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I just felt like something was missing. As if on cue, she walked up to me. I had seen her with her companion earlier in the evening. They were an attractive couple and I had felt the urge to call them over to the party. Now. “Feel my balls” I said to Mom, and moved slightly closer. She moved her hand towards my groin and I felt her palm going over my scrotum and her fingers closing round my testicles. “ Squeeze them Mom, squeeze my balls,”. She started squeezing my balls. “Your gonna milk my balls dry Mom. We are going to fuck until you have had all the cum those babes can make aren,t you….aren,t you?. “Yes” she replied. “ Yes what?” I answered. She looked directly at me “ I am going to bloody fuck your balls.