Getting off over the mental picture of being glazed herself was the natural conclusion.That evening, despite convincing herself that she should just l...ave Jack’s fantasies a mystery, Mary again was sitting at his computer reading another story. This was yet another by Kris P. Kreme, and she had quickly come to realize Jack had a favorite author on this site. At least this one wasn’t about donuts, Mary thought. It was called Sampling Candy and was about a girl who started working in a small. I touched my large balls and felt them begin to tighten as well. Quickly, I was fully erect and rubbing myself slowly.A while ago, I measured myself. The measurement from the base to the very tip of the swollen head was 8.5 inches long and very thick.My second wife could not take it all when I entered her from behind. She jerked forward and let me know that I was hurting her. I had to place my hand around the base of my cock, so I would not go all the way in her.“More, Billy, please tell me. But the living room was deserted. "Hello!" "In the kitchen!" There was a set of stairs going up and a doorway on the other side ofthe room, that had to be the kitchen in there even if the angle kept mefrom seeing inside. I walked over and yep, that was the kitchen in there,with a dining table on one half of it and the stove, frig and sink on theother side. A woman working at the stove, a man sitting at the table,eating his breakfast. The man was my boss. "You're Roger Keyes?" he. He was totally under my control. He moaned as I started giving him a hand job. My hands sliding through his cock faster then slower. Precum is leaking out. I was turned on. “You shouldn’t do this.” He told me but his body is saying otherwise. He thrust his hips towards my hand, begging me to make him cum. “I know we shouldn’t but isn’t it the best things in life are the forbidden?” I whispered to his ear are started to suck on it. He moaned louder. “I’m cumming!” He told me. Then his lust.