"It feels fucking great to be your masturbation aid," I texted with a smiley."I hope you continue to serve me this way, Annie."The change of tone in h...s voice (well text) always soaked my underwear. In front of my eyes I saw his forced strict face trying to hide that 'I know you just creamed your pants and I fucking love it' smile.He asked me what sort of porn does it for me lately and I told him I had a marathon session last night watching this dollification video. I've sent him the link and. Her full breasts and trim hips were like those of a much younger woman. He realized that she had kept herself in very good shape and that she was very sexy. Strangely, it never occurred to him that his mother could be sexy or, God forbid, turn him on. Yet as he sat and watched her try on dresses, slacks, sweaters, blouses and shorts, he found himself getting excited. He had to cross his legs on several occasions to keep her from seeing his growing erection. If she noticed, however, she gave no. Variations might occur from time-to-time, but that was the basic premise. Eventually, the dancer’s found him and soon he had a first hand opportunity to see the approach. The more successful women could make him feel like they were genuinely interested and he was tempted but he held off, insisting that it was too soon for dances for him. After several such attempts, word seemed to spread and the dancers left him alone. Over the course of the next hour or so, it became clear that the club wasn’t. My lips part slightly and I can feel your lips brush against mine. The touch is light at first but the insistence grows. The butterflies dance in my stomach while the inferno heats up below. The flames grow higher until each butterfly is diving straight for the secret spot, wings afire, all of them. The hard bite on my lower lip causes a gasp then a moan to escape. I can feel the blood rushing through my body as your tongue licks over my lips. I feel them swell and my legs part unconsciously..