And yes, I did let her coax what was in my balls into her mouth, while she knelt on the kitchen floor while I tried to do the lunch dishes in the sink...But we saved intercourse for when we went to bed that night. And I showed her what it can be like if you’re not in a hurry, and just want to make it last.I also told her I was going to take it out of her when I came, but she wrapped her legs around me and panted “Please don’t take it away.”And that is what led to the talk we had the next day .... Now my cock was already doing the tent thing, but when it did the spring board and spewed precum at her as the trunks peeled past my cock, she got a big smile on her face. She played with it and was amazed by the feel and the amount of the precum and she felt my balls like she was doing an examination, seeming to enjoy herself with a new toy squeezing each one, almost to the point it hurt. She was amazed that she could barely make a ring around my cock with her thumb and forefinger, and that it. He expressed how happy he was with me, how pleased he was. I had undressed in his office in the afternoon when others were working. I had sucked his cock and been fucked in his office just like I had imagined and wanted. I had pleased him with my body just like I had desired to do.To appease the anxiety and uncertainty of what was to come, I turned to the headphones. They had calmed me after Gerald left me for his two year stint of work in India. The headphones could calm me still though it. It is as big as one rupee coin and very deep on a flabby tummy by the manner she looks at me from the rear-view mirror to give me orders only by looking at her eyes through mirror, my dick flings. She always wears tight blouses, poking her nipples through the fabric, sometimes in Kolkata heat and due to lots of sweat, one can see clearly the impression of her nipples on her blouse, sometimes I think she doesn’t wear any bra. I guess due to heat but I also sometimes see her blouse wet from her.
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