“She is all the songs about all those things, come to life.” I tire myself at times. Enough with the hymns already. Waiting for the machine to he...t up, I stretched and yawned. Cupped my balls for the sake of it. Two spoons of freshly ground. A blessing for the night owl, a curse for the bon vivant. Moderation, my ass. Same goes for alcohol, apparently. “One sugar for her. Sweet tooth, I’ll take two. Screw the purists. Life is bitter enough as it is. Stir.” A flood of late winter sun bleached. It was so ridiculous she was tempted to laugh out loud but she allowed him entry to her back door just to see if he was determined enough to stretch her tight hole open. He constantly pestered her after that to grant him a repeat performance but she fell back on the excuse that she was a married woman and not inclined to incur the wrath of divine providence.The youngest son of the owner was a handsome devil of a lad called Aloysius who spent an inordinate amount of time feeling up the female. Dan lightly brushed his fingers along the thighs and Jen continued her soft moaning. She could feel tingles shooting within her and she knew she shouldn't be allowing herself to feel this but it was just too wonderful. Dan moved his hands lower and massaged her calves and then her took both her feet in his hands, massaging them strongly. Jen lifted her face, buried in the pillow, and turned her head to one side."Ooohh.. that's nice." she cooed. "Your hands are so strong." Jen had always liked. They all can't help but to glance down helplessly at their painfully rigid dicks, and in the same way an itch you cannot scratch is so maddening, realize a desperate need for even just a couple of strokes to help with their frustration. Skip was no different, but he actually let out a small but quite audible groan as a drip of precum strung downward and mumbled a commitment at my insistence that his dick was off limits.This is when I diverged from my usual ritual, and decided to try something I.