Sleep? I have hands. One of them is sort of drawn downward. It’s soft, a comforting feeling to me that I share this most private of things with him....My fingers curl, feeling, then uncurl, and I push my hand lower, cupping. I’m eternally fascinated by his balls. I know he likes that. I gently cup them, tug a little, snuggle into him. I feel his breath on my head. He’s half awake, breathing me into him.It’s times like this that I wish I could be several places at once. I wish I could kiss him and. Except my children. My obligations.Two months ago, my child support payments had gotten screwed up when I went from active duty to medically retired, and I had had to wire money to Anne’s account to make sure she got it on time. When I tried to contact her directly to get a receipt, I’d ended up talking with her grandmother instead and gotten an earful of the hell my children had been sucked in to, and how it had spiraled into freefall the last 8 months. I made a few phone calls and learned. "Take off my shorts."I took the waistband of the boxers in my hands and pulled them down and off.Like most guys, I've measure my cock. It's eight inches, slightly thicker than average. Most women I've been with say it's the biggest they've ever had. They hadn't been with Ken. His was at least nine and a half inches, and much thicker than mine. And, while it was swollen, it wasn't all the way hard yet.I knew what was coming. I knew he was going to tell me to suck him. I was almost sick at the. She moaned softly and said, “Only hugs? ”I removed saree and blouse hooks and dropped her panty down. And grabbed her boobs and started pressing them softly. I started rubbing one and sucking another. Circled her nipple with my tongue. Boobs were fair with brown, small pointed nipples like a porn star. I praised her body.She jumped on the bed and invited me with a wink and naughty smile while directing her finger. I jumped on her and she let out a moan. I said, “Shall we go to next level? “..