With one hand still clutching my foot you rise up and push your willing fingers into my soaking pussy, your tongue digs into the grooves of my clit yo...r fingers do something I will never know to my toes, and I cry out an over the top expression to show my satisfaction. Your fingers slide around inside me until I am tensing my body preparing myself for the imminent arrivalof my orgasm, just a few minutes later my juices gush all over your hand, face, and the leather beneath me, leaving me. Well, by being exposed to all the different types ofsexual fantasies that you can get from the internet, Iguess I became desensitized to the variations of sexavailable to the human being. So anyway, I read this story about a guy givinghimself a blow job, ( the last one I had from my matewas years ago ) and I tried out the suggestions rightaway. Couldn’t do it. Tried very hard, because for somereason the idea really appealed to me. Imagine beingable to get a blow job anytime. I watched as his little ring began to expand around my knob. God it was tight. I pressed harder sliding a little more of my cock into him. He began to whimper. I kept pushing and watching until my knob popped into his tunnel and his little ring clamped fiercely around my shaft just below the lip of my crown.I straightened my back, grabbed his hips tightly and slammed forward while pulling back on his waist. The councilman slid across the coffee table a couple inches. My cock only went about. “How was your lunch, Kyle?” I asked.“Yummy! Will you play with me?”Anna shot me a look that I could interpret a few different ways.“Yes, I’ll play with you. What do you want to play?”“Candyland!”Anna smiled, “His favorite. He learned to play a month ago. He’s pretty bright for having just turned three.”I put all the trash on one of the trays, stacked it on the other two, then walked over to the can and dumped the trash. After I set the trays on top of the can, we walked out to the car for the.