But addicted to it. Like it's the only way for him to have any kindof sex life at all." Well, he certainly can't get off on wanking. Everybody's mad... it clearthat he's allowed to play with his little thing, as much as he wants to,but he can never make himself finish."They both laughed at that. They often made him perform that way foramused audiences, jerking off while he went down on guys, or just playingwith himself solo. But never -- EVER -- spurting."Sounds like a plan," said the. Finally, there were just a few people browsing through the store and I went over to the wine section. As I had on Friday, I bent over to look on the bottom shelf. He wasn’t looking at that moment but once he did look over my way, I had his attention. He came right over to ask if I needed any help today. Again he stood well behind me so that he could stare at my shaved pussy. Pretending I didn’t know what he was looking at, I kept looking along the shelf and talking over my shoulder. It didn’t. “Trust me, this is all you, babe,” he assured me. As I approached him, I reached around and lifted my tank top off, my breasts fell out, now that the tight fabric restriction was no longer an obstacle. My calf muscle flexed, as I propped one leg on the futon. This gave him a fantastic view of my nearly bald, naked pussy. “See anything YOU like?” I asked. “Niiiice, you shaved. I hella see something I like,” he said happily, his eyes glued to the site of my shaved kitty. I reached down cupped. .Ahhh….Mmmmm…fuck yesssssss…..I’m Cummmm!!!!”Finally, Sarah racked with lesser tremors, releases my hair, breathing heavily. I lick my lips watching her the whole time, my own pussy soaked and dripping to the tiled floor from having gotten her off with my now slightly bruised lips. I get up and check the water, and lift Sarah carefully into my tube and run the shower head up and down her body and mine. I turn to Sarah as she gains her strength back, “Now….It’s my turn… I want you to do to me.