I cannot help signalling my urgent need and I move my hips upwards slightly, and he responds by slipping his middle finger between my saturated lips a...d stroking the hot, soft flesh. So expert is this man that he goes directly to my clitoris, gently touching it and enjoying the involuntary reaction he gets as my hips jerk towards him. It is such an intense, compelling sensation, I move against him, suddenly aware that I am gripping his penis very tightly, and I enjoy the knowledge that he. Eventually, my cock was rock hard, and able to actually go inside. Condom or not, I couldnt care, it was this bizarre lust to give fucking a try. I slowly started to move inside him, and I remember feeling my cock move a good couple of inches into him. He moaned quite a bit every time I pushed in. His ass felt so tight, so warm, and so perfect! I seriously wanted to keep going with this! And then he breathed out I cant do this. Like a slap to the face, I was knocked out of my frenzied top mode.. "Okay, okay. But don't blame me if I'm limping around all the time." (As if there were blame or that I'd really be limping. The major organ limping in me was not my dick... it was my brain!)We'd gone skinny dipping each day in the freezing high-Sierra, snow-fed lake. It was so cold that my pecker had attempted to crawl back into my abdomen. My cremasteric muscles - that thin sheet of muscle that envelopes the spermatic cord and testes - had gone into such intense spasm from the cold that each. . and hard ... Mmmm..."Seeing that Susan was weakening, Katherine tried a power play. "Mom, just 'cos Brother's hands are tied up, that doesn't mean anything. He's still our master, and The Pact still applies. It's still your duty to do anything and everything you can to please him. So I'm ordering you to dance. Now!" That is true," Susan pondered, as she stroked her son's pole. "To be honest, I'm not a good dancer. But If you think that shaking my booty a bit will help keep his mommy-splitter.