The skin rippled, then became covered with gooseflesh. His stroking over her tits was stimulating and, at the same time, frustrating.He was promising ...omething he might not deliver."Yes, this is part of it. Enjoy the feel of my hands on your skin. I'm enjoying it and you will be begging me soon to stop. I promise you that."She moaned in pleasure. Let him "torture" her this way all he wanted. She could take it. He was fondling her boobs now. She sighed as he gripped the huge base and slowly. I fingered my clit as he moaned with delight when I sucked on his sac of balls. My other hand was caressing his ass. The man was really enjoying my sucking that he said I had to quit, because he's ready to blow. I lifted for him to pick me up and to set me on my kitchen table. I sat in front of the chair, where he sat and spread my legs. He leaned forward to smell my pussy.His smile was wide then he began to lick just my nub. His fingers were spreading me wide open for his pleasurable. Things were never quite that good again.That evening, Marv and Winnie were already there when I came home. Jo had fixed one of her Cal-Mex black bean taco specials (shredded cheese and hot sauce optional). The four of us were all smiles, and there was no shyness or hesitancy.After dinner, Winnie insisted on putting on a "show" for the rest of us. I dimmed the lights, and she took center stage. She sang a couple of 1950s Broadway hits (quite a decent voice she had), then, with a few showbiz-type. I would watch as she would lay there, sliding her white plastic tube that made a humming noise in and out of her hole, as she would suck on one of her rubber dicks. I also found out the right way to use her body massager. And how fast she would come using it. I even saw her fuck herself while she sucked on my dad's cock.The closest I came to anything giving me the feeling that I thought that they had was when I discovered a brand-new toy in my Mom's headboard. It was a rubber pink rubber dick..