Almost dirty pictures. Dirty thoughts. VERY dirty thoughts. All without judgement and with total understanding and respect of desires and boundaries. ...t least the ones that weren't meant to be pushed. None of that could prepare for the actual excitement and rush of lust that was visible on both of your faces, and I am sure mine when I walked up in person. The first hug and handshake. The reality of the moment finally arriving. The feeling of her soft skin under the table. The casual. Not spit, I mean drool. Save up a nice big load of spit in your mouth, and open it. Let it fall off your tongue and drip onto your cock; let it run down your chin and fall onto your pathetic dick. Drip, drip, slut. Get it nice and wet for me. Once you have sufficiently coated your cock with saliva, you may continue. That's right, whore, I'm going to let you touch your cock now. But only with one finger. You may attempt to pleasure yourself however you wish, but you are only allowed the use of. Barbra spoke again "Todd I want you to relax and let what happens happen you will not regret it trust me" "You will trust me right Todd" I looked at Barbra and shook my head in acknowledgment not sure what to expect now. "Ken go to Todd and help him" My father in-law crawled over to me never looking at me just my cock. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and slowly started stroking it. I have to admit it felt so nice and he had the right touch no woman to include my wife had this kind of. For that instant, his eyes would be flooded with light, he would gasp for air like a man drowning, and he would feel the cool air revive him. Rather than being the sensation he craved, he longed to feel the warmth and security of that gorgeous black pussy on his mouth again as he teetered near the edge of suffocation and orgasm. He pretended it was Veronica, riding him, using him. He imagined he was driving his tongue up in the sweet recesses of her sexy treasure. Veronica taunted him,.