Her nakedness was awakening me. ‘More than capable, my Lady,’ I said with an uncontrolled smile. Alia pursed her lips to stop her own smile and l...oked at her wine. ‘Disrobe, I will see if anything pleases me.’ Alia waved her hand in command again. I set down my wine. ‘As my Lady wishes.’ I removed my shirt and tossed it in the corner. I struggled to remove my boots while standing, a difficult chore for anyone over the age of ten. I almost fell over which elicited a suppressed giggle. My. Too bad Don was out of town or she would fuck him half to death. Oh well, a little self service wouldn't hurt. She laid down on the bed and slowly stroked her damp pussy, dragging a finger thru her slit causing a tremendous shudder. Quicker than she thought, she needed more and reached under the bed for her "helper". With little hesitation she rubbed the head up and down before forcing the dildo deep into her pussy. A low groan was forced out of her throat and she pulled back out to slam the. She instinctively grabbed a towel, trying to blot the wine from his lap. Not thinking as she ran the towel over the stain that the motion would cause my friends cock to grow harder, but as she rubbed and tried to dry his wine soaked slacks his cock became even more erect. I told him to go to the bathroom, remove his pants and brief, that my wife would wash them, and that there were towels which he could wrap around himself. While he was gone my wife finished her glass of wine and most of. Problem was, most of us were shooting liquid blanks. It wasn't surprising that women of c***d-bearing age began advertising for---and paying big bucks to---the 6% of guys who still had "Baby Formula," as it came to be known, residing in their balls. My 20-year-old son Prager was one of those guys, and had earned more than enough money in the first four months ALONE so I could retire early!What was [/i] surprising were the number of post-menopausal women who also wanted stud service. Turns out.