She returned to blowing me while she gently scratched the underside of my balls with her finger nails. Yes, it felt like I did get longer, and, when s...e pushed me far enough away and measured with her hand, there was an increase in length over what it was before the scratching. I guess that proved it worked, at least on me.That gave me a brainstorm: I asked Sally to scratch my balls after I penetrated Hazel to see if it made any difference during fucking. She agreed, so we got setup for the. ‘Beautiful lady, as much as I want to lay you out on this bed right now and make love to you, I’m just not… I don’t want to turn it into a circus. I want to treat you the way you deserve to be treated when we finally make love.’ A gentle smile playing on the corners of her lips, she leaned forward, softly kissing him. ‘I know what you mean, and I can wait.’ She tugged on his lower lip with her teeth. ‘Just don’t make me wait too long.’ ‘Not if I can help it,’ he grinned, cupping her face in his. Over the next four days, we went through Augusta and into Belfast. There was no one here and it looked like no one had been here since Jim's friends had left for the south.We would leave in the morning continuing to head north and following Jim's route, more or less, to Augusta. There, we found the Chevy dealer and Jim's 'vette still untouched and looking good though dusty. We would tell him about it tonight. We wandered around the city looking for a place to stay and for any signs of people.. “You did my face so nicely,” she whispered. “I want to return the favor.”I was still digesting the meaning of this ‘thank you’ when I felt her hand move on my leg. Up, up, up it slid under the loose leg of my combination shorts and swim trunks. The thrill of her hand sneaking up my shorts on this public beach caused my little guy too stiffen. Mom’s hand froze on my leg, and then her fingers started scratching my thigh.“That’s right,” she whispered, “Mommy’s coming and he knows it.”She traced.