The sensation of the ice and the heat of his lips and mouth is exquisite.“Your cock is like an iron bar, look at the veins bulging. Hot and cold sex...Cherie, have you had that before?,” Simone asks as she rubs ice over my nipples while her man is sliding my raging erection between his tightly pursed lips and rubbing ice over my balls. The ice on his tongue as he expertly swirls it on my erection has me very close to orgasm.I have allowed myself to get close to orgasm a few times and mindfully. The weather was perfect, not a single cloud in the sky. As my wife and I rushed through the square of Covent Garden, my goal was to get to Theatre Royal Drury Lane. I say my goal because it was a birthday surprise for my wife, Julie. We bustled passed the market stools. I held her hand tight, as we dodged the tourists and entertainers.“What race are we in?” Julie shouted as she attempted to keep up with me.“We are nearly there my love,” I replied.As I approached the corner of Catherine Street,. Fortunately the park had been full when she arrived in the morning so she,d parked in an area she rarely parked. Janet was refreshed somewhat as I made her a cup of coffee before walking her to her car and bidding her good night. She was lucky to be off work that day and took full advantage to recover. “Come to my office about three o,clock so I can thank you properly for helping me the other night.” Janet told me once she was sure no one could see or overhear us.” “Okay!” I agreed. When I got. Were all here at my house. Well be right over Joan. Jason said. I went upstairs and took out the clothes I had managed to sew from sheer kerchiefs Paul had given me for birthdays and Christmas. I took off my dress, panties and bra and put on the sheer dark blue skirt that barely covered my shaved pussy. Then I put on my sheer, pale blue low cut blouse. The blouse was so low cut it barely covered my nipples. The rest of my 42 large breasts were practically popping out of my blouse. Only my large.