I reached out and grasped each tit in my two hands, enjoying the softness of the breasts and the hardness of the nipples. She didn't move at all, just...letting me caress her tits while my prick began to rise. I already came four times that day but I was sure that the thought of my first blow job, especially from my own mother, would get me through a fifth time. After all I was only sixteen years old with a perpetual hard on. I let go of mom's tits and mimicked what Joe Carter had done only a few. Your mouth is so small, just take my glans inside, don't work me. I'll surge 4 wads slowly, just suckle and swallow”. Jerry replied “yes ma'am”, she told him that after the 4 to release her, let her rest a minute then she would pull him back if he wanted more. Rock listened as Jerry slid low into her crotch. He saw Sid raised her knee spreading wide as Jerry moaned “Mmmm”. Sid panted loudly then groaned chanting with each wad of cum she surged “Oh...Oh...Oh...Ahhhhhh” until she gently shoved. The relation between Rajesh and me was also getting bitter. At the same time I realized I was not at all getting any sexual pleasure out of copulation, rather it seemed to be an exercise to achieve something. Days went by and I did not even realize that another year was gone! I was 28 years by then. I remained so depressed all day and had a real hard time. Then one day Rajesh told me that he has decided to go to a male gynecologist who is an expert in infertility cases in the city again. I was. She was a mass of sensation as he quickened his pace, driving himself into her, desperately seeking the release that her body, that throbbing, writhing mass, promised. The orgasm tore through him, like an explosion, rendering them both breathless. Exhausted, he collapsed his head onto her chest, feeling her lungs expand and contract greedily as she drank in the air. Propping himself on his elbows, he assessed her face, gently tucking a stray tendril of hair back into place. A moment of utter.