Her fuzzy frizzy blonde pubes were exciting to touch. Her pussy lips: dewy, fem-damp, silky sticky and ready. She arched noticeably and gently sighed ...ith my soft touch. God I was tender. Man did I use every pussy pleasing skill I had learnt from listening to women for over thirty years about how they really, really wanted to be touched. Pressure then release, treating the sensitive as super sensitive. Ella was quivering like a personal formed soft mould. Her pussy shaped to my fingers touch.I. Quickly I complied, loving that I was wearing only a long seersucker nightgown that could be easily removed. ?Did you make any plans for tonight slut???No master.? ?Are you sure? No one you need to call and cancel with???No master.? Warm tingles were spreading through my body. I had been wondering and wondering what the ?little surprise? was going to be. ?Strip and crawl into the bathroom.? He turned to walk out. ?Yes master.? I did as he ordered and found him in the bathroom preparing. I knew the formula and considered myself a professional jerk off artist. As luck would have it, Marc started coming just as the anonymous dick on the screen pushed its way into the young starlet's ass. His come shot out all over the carpet and his hand. My friend then reached over and tried wiping his jack juice on my shirt, but I rolled out of the way and continued stroking. I only had to hold out for a couple of minutes more, because I knew the stud would be pulling out soon and washing those. "Oh Kenny," I sighed, "this is so nice. You feel so good." I slid my cheek along the line of his jaw. When my lips found his I kissed him; a warm kiss lasting far longer than a maternal or friendship peck would go on and be yet considered proper."I'll miss the wonderful relationship we've built," I said. I'll miss the excitement and stimulation of you near me; of you touching me and, you naughty boy, of you wanting to do shameful things with an old lady."How I summoned the boldness to say that.