The knuckles are now inside, and I can feel the thumb, separate from the fingers, explore, and lubricate, independently."No, we're not ready yet. You ...aven't earned it yet, has he ladies?" The women, by now, have become quite vocal. The first hand slowly slides out, and another invited to replace it. And so it goes, three or four times.My cock is freed, the binding leaving narrow ruts that remain into the skin, around my balls and penis. Another of the interviewers demonstrates how narrow metal. We left the restaurant and I was really in need of some release. At this point I would have done anything. When we got to the car I noticed a man walking behind the car but I really didn't pay much attention to him. As I opened the door for my wife she wanted a kiss. As we kissed I felt a hand on my ass. When we broke apart I realized it was the man that I thought was walking by. My wife asked him how he liked my ass. He smiled and said his cock was quivering in anticipation of being in. ”Let me”She said again, and as we moved, she grabbed the tip of my pole and I felt her aiming it, and then I could feel the very tip of my dick pressing against a soft, slick depression.“Kanna, come to Amma da” her voice was shaking.My hands tightened on her midriff, and she groaned deeply but quietly. I paused for a second, but no longer. I couldn’t wait. The tip of my cock was pressed against my mother’s slit, my fingers were sunk deep into her motherly flesh, and every fiber of my body was. “My turn?” asked Paul. “Not this time, guys. Maybe later. I gotta get home and take a shower.” As she stood up I told her we had a very nice shower she could use. “Nah, I really need to get home. Can somebody loan me a long T-shirt and drive me?” I found her a knee-length T-shirt I sometimes wore to bed. Printed on the front were three lines: “Duck,” then “Truck,” then “Rhymes with.” Sonja told me I was never getting it back. Honestly, I didn’t mind. I got dressed, and Sonja climbed into the.