She would either ignore it or make an advance on it. The way I have masturbated since a teen is to roll a soft T shirt around my shaft and use that to... stroke with until I cum into the shirt. At that time I had one shirt I did this with which was very soft and very worn out. I would sometimes use it for two weeks straight before washing it. Since she was doing the laundry I had no way of washing this shirt unless she was gone and then I would throw it in real quick for a wash on Sundays. Well I. We stayed there for a while, looking into each other's eyes.I asked her, "Is this what you thought would happen?" To be honest, I had no idea what would happen, but I couldn't avoid it any longer," she said. "It was much better than I could have imagined and the night is not even done yet."Sitting up, she turned toward me. Grinning, she asked "Are you ready for your next gift birthday-girl?"I sat up a little resting against my pillow as Susan scrambled on the bed until she was straddling me.. After leaving the office on Friday I headed home to get ready for his arrival. Anthony was punctual, as the doorbell rang a couple of minutes early. I answered the door in my bathrobe, finding that handsome black man there…He came inside and I offered a drink, asking him to wait for me in the living room, as I finished getting ready to go out.I completed my make up; then slipped on sexy dark silky stockings, put my short dress on and finished with my very tall stiletto heels. I looked myself on. The loose foreskin hanging limply around the tip of her shaft caused the flow to shoot more upwards than downwards. The stream struck Gwen straight in the face. Angela felt so terrible about this that the flow immediately stopped. Gwen, however, didn’t feel bad at all. She just started to laugh as she felt the hot fluid trickling down her cheeks and chin. ‘I’m so sorry!’ cried Angela, squirming again as the unrelenting pressure inside of her demanded release. ‘I’m really, really sorry!’ .