I sat down on the toilet while she applied a dollop of lotion to her right palm.“Ok, hold my penis at the base with your left hand and rub the lotio... on the shaft like you’re applying it to your wrist or something.” She approached me and gently put her left hand around the base and started applying the lotion to the shaft. “Ok, now move your hand slowly up over the head,” I told her.Her touch was almost imperceptibly light as she carefully and slowly moved her hand up the shaft and then over. I received another gift that day; the sound of her laughter filling my house with brightness and light as she played with Sir Rufus Peealot, regularly calling out, “Mike! Bring some paper towels!” Despite the inconvenience, I’d grinned every time.But, the greatest gift of all, a gift beyond compare, better than winning an Oscar or a Golden Globe, was Amelia carrying Rufus into my bedroom, placing him at the foot of the bed and climbing in next to me. With music playing softly, just before I. Maybe unbutton another button, show him a touch of cleavage, get him hard, then send him on his way. Just some harmless, innocent fun."So, back for another shot, eh?" she asked."Yup," he said. "That and maybe another Wonder Woman band-aid." He grinned at her, those green eyes sifting right into her. She smiled at the joke, running a hand through her blonde hair. She watched his eyes tracing the path her hand made, sending a secret smile into her. She opened the door, letting the two of them. He see TV and said me to continue playing until cum. I get excite, playing with myself stand there next to him even though he ignored me and continue see TV. I play myself more, more excite, I make louder sex noise, I hope he see me play for him. It work! He look me and put his hands into the bag and take out a camera. He start taking photos of me play myself. I so surprised he do that! No he cannot do that, so shameful, what he will do with my photos, I must stop him! But I did not, I feel.