Slowly, though, the tension faded, and by four both were ready to go home.Back in the house she was all business, telling him to get his pants off. Sh... removed the prosthesis herself."It's inflamed," she said."Well, duh."She went and got some Vaseline Intensive Care and spent five minutes working it into his stump. Her hands smoothed the cream up over his knee, but didn't move higher, towards his loose boxers. They were tented, and moved occasionally as his penis stiffened inside them."You got. . not to this extent. We shouldn't". He took off his finger with her juice on it. She immediately wrapped her palm to his finger and absorbing off her juice."I am sorry s*s, I guess I had over done it" he apologized."Make sure you wash your hands" she said. Both of them felt good that night however a bit guilty. Mike went to sleep as Marisa still naked and started to finger her. Her finger had easy access into her since her juice was pouring. Mike pretended asleep as he started thinking. His. She was wet and I sensed that she had her orgasm already as she did not have sex for long time. We were in that position for 10 minutes and I sucked her cunt all over.We got up and she was sucking my dick hard I came deep throat in her mouth first she spitted it out but after I insisting her she swallowed some of them as my dick was limp know, I was sucking her boobs navel and cunt. I was finger fucking her cunt.She enjoyed my one finger in her hot cunt and moaned. . Ican't... I mean..."Suddenly, Jordan just burst into tears."Oh, Jordan," Matt said, melting, like all men in the face of a cryingwoman. "I'm so sorry."'Dammit, stop crying!' Jordan told himself furiously. But he couldn't.It was all just too much, the pills from Angela made him so emotional,and missing Anna, and the last-second call from Jason, and all of theteasing from the crowd, and now this. Jordan just held his face in hishands and let it all go, sobbing, as days of frustration and worry.