I had my face all they up to the crack in the door, my eye practically through it. The tv light reflected off of Tracys back and backside and that was...when I finally saw it. I hadnt seen a penis in person before, and I couldnt see much of it, but I could see the part that was jutting out from below her ass cheeks, the part of it that was not inside my best friend. I have seen some pornos in my life and I heard they had oversized genitals, but not if I went by Tracys Dad Bill. His cock looked. Strangely the mound was very soft. The earlier feeling had completely vanished and my knee was feeling as if it was rubbing some semi soft mound.I wanted to feel the mound with my hand, squeeze, it bite it, lick it and everything that could be lusted for.With one hand I started pressing my gun and other hand I positioned it on her mound and started cupping it. I found the girl cuddling more as if to imprison my hand. I was not sure if it was her deep sleep or was acting. So now in the. No AIDS. Sex was beautiful, fulfilling, something to savour and enjoy, and to share with others. “Remember Mavis,” Jean said with a soft reverent tone. I continued my probing, exploring every crevice, every nerve ending, fuelling Jean’s sexual thoughts for a longer journey into the past.I looked up at Jean’s face, studied her; her head was tilted back, her eyes seemed to be looking at a scene on the ceiling. She was seeing the past; I kept the fuel coming and she continued to remember. "Tell me. I run my tongue up and down the underside of your cock, sometimes up and down from the ribbon to the head, and sometimes around each side. My fingers delicately massaging your balls. As I make my way back to the head, I wrap my lips gently around you, and swirl my tongue around and around the head. My teeth gently scrapping over the ridge. Another moan, and your hands tighten gently. My lips work their way down the shaft, and back up, flicking my tongue around as I go. I begin to remove the.