He had trouble holding onto her as he worked to get his key in the lock and the door opened and he almost dropped her once more. He carried her to the...back of the house, to his "rec" room as he laid her on the table and she flopped down, exposing all of herself to him, though still covered by clothes, but he would remedy that. He took his jacket off and threw it over the back of a chair as he set about revealing his newly acquired prize, working at the buttons on her flannel shirt first as each. It was driving her crazy. I could sense from the way she moved her body rhythmically against my hard cock that was filled with pre-cum. I couldn’t help kissing them, sucking them and running my wet tongue in circles around her hardened nipples. She moaned and groaned, I continued to undress her until she was totally naked like me. She had a tiny cock.I rubbed my body against her, as I was kissing her, pressing my chest against her breasts. The friction between our bodies brought me to new. Every time I go, I must squat. This alone has helped to further change my mindset. I am constantly aware that I can no longer just “go at will” and always am aware of where the nearest bathroom is when I am on the road because I can’t just whip it out anymore.Secondly, I no longer get to touch myself for pleasure. At ALL. No masturbating for a LONG time! Any time I get an urge and the body reacts as a guy, it physically hurts. Does that mean that I no longer have sexual urges? Of course not!. I was under the impression from past occurrences she was a rather dominant lady and too my indulgence she indeed was! My little pixie went on about how this lady stayed the night making her do all sorts of things with her. I could tell as she recalled the memories she was becoming frustrated. Her legs seemed too shift more every minute and her hands rubbed her satin covered lap down to her nylon covered knee. Seeming to have had enough she requested I show her the restroom. I sit waiting for.