" I adjusted his pants and reached in to pull out his balls. They were larger then I thought. It was a bit hard to get them fully out of his pants and...required me to readjust his pants several times."Lick my balls and get me hard," he demanded of me.I didn't want to suck his dick but part of me was curious to see his large balls. Once I exposed his hairy nut sack, I leaned in closer and started to lick them.I had done the deed; I put my tongue on another mans junk. They were hairy but much more. The skirt also allowed enough room for Jane to slide her hand up it, which she did as soon as she had zipped the skirt up at the back."Wow!" she gasped, "That looks really good on you." She fondled my bottom through the PVC as she kissed me roughly on the lips. I could tell she was getting really turned on. Her other hand was caressing me through the teddy. "I don't suppose I can convince you to wear just the skirt and the teddy?" she asked, "they look great together, I might not let you wear a. I hadn’t really paid that close attention to her before, but that day, she had on a smokin’ hot bikini that didn’t leave much to my fertile imagination. I closed the Hustler, and she became the new object of my raging lust.*The summer my only son left the house was the loneliest of my life. I had just turned forty, my husband hadn’t touched me in a year, the last time only because I had begged him to take care of my needs before I took matters into my own hands. He didn’t heed my pleas,. ” She gave a lecherous grin and pumped her hips so that his meaty tube slid around inside her again.“I’ll keep my fingers crossed that you get what you want. I always thought you had to go deal with the tribe, as you call them – whatever your research group is.”“There are more and more options. I can do political stuff – polls and surveys. I can get into homelessness, family economics, the arts and how they’re treated and absorbed by people just in this city – maybe. People want to know all.