The raunchy smell of pre-cum is filling my room. I was touching the tip, fantasizing mom was licking it. In my mind, she was teasing the cum-hole. A m...nute later she was taking in inches and inches of my dick into her mouth. It took time for her to let my full length enter her mouth, I can feel the tip hitting her throat. She gives head like a pro. She stopped all of a sudden, and went for my balls. She sucked on the testicles as like a baby sucking milk out of a woman’s chest, her hand. Once I have the temperature I desire I begin filling the bag once it is full I hang it from the hook from the shower curtain bar. I pull my slip up and over my head, my breasts feel swollen with pleasure my nipples rock hard, my pussy is dripping from the thought of what I am about to do. I let my hands wander my body pulling, twisting and tugging on my nipples, skidding down between my legs pinching my clit between fore finger and thumb. I slide a finger in my pussy and wriggle it around. "I... It'd probably be better if you didn't," she said."Oh," he said. "I'd like to," he offered helpfully."I..." I'd like you to too. The words hovered at the tip of her tongue. Did she mean them? They would be so easy to say. "It just... I'm sorry, Garrett. It wouldn't work."He looked at her silently for a moment. "Because of your problem," he said. "Because of your condition." Yes," she said. That blasted condition. "Yes."He was silent for a moment with his unblinking owl gaze. She squirmed,. One of the guys even had his 15 year old son Tim with him. The guys reminded Al it was time for the traditional Saturday poker game. Al tried to convince the guys the Clint Eastwood marathon was far more important, and besides he had already invited Cathy (me) over. The fellows teased Al about turning into a wimp by watching TV with a woman when he could be playing cards with the guys. Actually I kind of think Al had more than watching TV on his mind for us later. He had mentioned ordering out.