.. but not the particulars of why it felt all those things.Part of that might be that it didn’t go on for all that long. My mind sort of exploded in...to little bits when she first did it, and they were just floating back to take up residence in my skull again when she pulled off of me and said, “I like that a lot better than I thought I would, but I like the other more.”Then she crawled up over me and, holding her pussy lips apart with one hand, reached for my saliva-covered penis with the other.. Her tied hands cupped my balls and I felt the nylon that bound her stroke against my thigh, sending a tingle all down my spine and making the cheeks of my backside feel super-sensitive. She soon had taken me all into her hot, wet mouth, her tongue swirling all around my shaft. It wasn't long before I felt the approach of my orgasm; the familiar tingle in my backside, the rising of my balls indicating my load was on it's way. I held Babs' head firmly, and roared and grunted as I filled her mouth. “I don’t think you’ve met Albert yet,” I said.“Oh my God! He’s SO cute!” she gushed.“Let them come inside, Jacqui!” Mrs. Vickers called from the hallway.She giggled, “Oops. Sorry. Come in, please.”We walked into the house and were greeted by Jacquelyn’s parents. Albert was the center of attention, and Jacquelyn asked to hold him.“There’s something about teenage girls and babies,” I chuckled.“So long as they aren’t HAVING them, it’s OK,” Mrs. Vickers asserted forcefully.“Well, yes, of course,” I. I was riding a crazy wave of emotions that I had inflicted on myself! I had been like normal, camped out on the deck with my laptop and my radio. Sensing my nervousness Donna wanted to go back out on the deck and visit a little. We had known each other for years but I never looked at her in a sexual way, there was no attraction there for me at all. Donna was like a lot of women in her late fifties you see out there. Oh, I know that sounds stereotypical and I know that there definitely are.