At the same time I reach my hand back to stroke the root of his shaft, behind his balls. I can hear his breath getting heavier and swifter over the no...se of the shower, his hands reaching out again to hold him steady. I gently press him back to lean against the tiled wall. I release his scrotum but continue stroking firmly behind his balls as I grip his shaft once more and suck the head back into my mouth, keeping teeth well clear. I hold my hand on the shaft level with my lips, giving Jimmy. Breckinridge confronted us, “Who are you, and how dare you sit in my booth without introducing yourselves and asking permission. You young people today are so brazen and impolite.”I slipped the envelope with the pictures across the table to her. “You may want to keep your voice down and look at these before saying another word.”When she saw the first photo, Mrs. Breckinridge’s hands started to shake, “Oh my, oh my, oh my god.” Her haughty attitude disappeared, and she had tears in her eyes,. It all started after 20 years of happy marriage, my daughter had grown up and left home, leaving just me and my wife. She had become ill over the last few years and pretty much confined to bed, because of this our sex life had become less and less frequent to the point it was almost non existent. She was very understanding about my needs and encouraged me to masturbate as often as I needed to and even watched me do it. The problem was I found it harder to get aroused and turned to other things. I do.”Elise’s friend said that she had done in the past. “Have you used toys ?”“No,” Victoria said coyly.“Well, I think being single, you should consider your options. Now look, I’m not going to do anything you’re uncomfortable with”Elise took her friend’s hand and kissed her on the mouth.Victoria felt a soothing feeling go through her, as she felt her friend’s lips on hers. “Well ?” enquired Elise. “How do you feel ?”“That was ok.”Elise kissed her friend again and held her close. Victoria’s.