How he envied their freedom. As the jeep went over bumps in the unpaved streets, he also became very aware of the penis that had always lain between h...s legs, that basic definition of masculinity that marks us from birth. That it would always be there was something he had always taken for granted. He stuck his hand between his legs to grasp the final memory of how it felt. The next time he felt one it would not be his. He suddenly found himself starting to get aroused, as if his penis was. I feel your hands on my thighs, and they rub my muscles, and your nails drag across my skin. You continue to massage me, and I relent, I place my hand on your head as you lay it in my lap, as I feel your fingertips gently begin to play with my hardening cock.Your breath is hot on my skin, and my hand is massaging your head while my fingers tangle your hair. I feel your hand gently grasp my hardening shaft and your breath is like fire as I feel your head move towards me. I drink the last of my. So, the object of the game is to lick my hot pussy and keep it from melting. It didn’t take 90 seconds of me being between your legs before you were Cumming all over my lips. You saw the shock in my eyes then told me that that is how you know you did a good job. You were trying to say, “Good job ma…”, but your train is distracted because I began to think of another favorite treat that I love which are mangoes. So, I began to mimic the mouth movements of eating a mango on your pussy lips and. Then I saw the ad in the back of the paper. It was barely noticeable in the Furniture For Sale group. "Women's Chairs -- special design for motivation. $325 each, ask for Sondra." That and a phone number. Something about the wording of the ad piqued my interest.Sondra had a low, whiskey-tinged voice on the phone, and gave me directions to a warehouse building on the east side of town. I pulled my 4x4 into the dirt parking lot and went up to knock on the door. Before my knuckles could hit the.