"Especially given your current situation." Your fingers release my thigh, sliding the inch up to run lightly over my pussy lips before moving on up my...belly. You laugh softly at my moan of pleasure, before resuming the slow path of your hand along my body. Reaching my breasts, you knead each one, then alternate between them, squeezing and twisting each nipple into hardness. Leaning over, you tenderly kiss my neck, and trail your tongue upward, over my throat, along my jaw line, to my ear. "My. Ned helped her with the insertion of his cock by holding it upright as his other hand led her slash to his tip for imminent entry. She dropped her tube over his rod, moving slowly down and getting him fully encased. Indira parked her nipples on his and hugged his neck. Ned’s nose filled with her scent. He heard her groan and strain and his cock felt milked by her vaginal compressions. Then Indira slowly rose and lowered her butt, using side to side movements and sliding her nipples around his. I was having a great dream. Mom was giving me one of the best blow jobs ever. Guess my brain was stuck on finally getting back to fucking once our guests left. I started waking up though. As I opened my eyes it was still dark. The only light was coming from the glare of the digital numbers of my clock. I began to realize I was not alone in my bed and there was a real mouth on my hard cock. My first thought was mom had woken up and decided she wanted to play. “I thought you were going. They announced my name and even the guitar could not stave off the return of stage fright. I walked towards my fate and nodded to the audience as soon as I was out of the curtain’s protective cover. I moved to where the stagehands had placed the bar stool in front of the microphone. The lights were painfully bright, and I could barely make anyone out. I crooked my neck to the side trying to release the tension. The microphone was too high so I adjusted it with trembling hands. There was a.