" Are you suggesting phone sex?" Stephen was surprised at his mother's openness."Well, it's an option. I think a lot of people do it." I've done it, M...om." You have?" Carly thought for a moment, then said "And?" I don't know. It was o.k. You know, this really is hard for you to understand. You've been married to Dad for 28 years. You've never had to worry about your partner ignoring your needs; never cared for someone and wanted them so much, only to not have your returned." Stephen had no idea. Kirk uttered a low 'ohhh' , and I gave him a grin as I continued a slow stroke, up and down my thick meaty jock cock. Bringing my left hand down, I began tickling the hairs on my balls, and tightening the grip on my dick. Picking up the pace just a bit, I relaxed my back and head, and just kinda slumped down in the lounge chair. Using the first three fingers of my hand, I start rubbing my balls in a circular motion, and closing my eyes began a low moaning---mostly for dramatic effect :)Kirk. ”My hands and waist were tied behind my chair with heavy cording and a rough gag was put in my mouth as the inn-keeper barred his doors and smiled at me. He and two of his burly friends hauled Joy from the table, her feet kicking, weeping and begging, and tied her to a post in the middle of the room, pawing her while they were at it. Then they stripped her, starting with her fancy jacket and frilly shirt, in no hurry, enjoying their work.“Now ain’ that a purty l’il jug?” the bearded inn-keeper. Loved the feel of them on my shaven legs. That mightsound unusual, but living alone gave me the freedom to try differentthings. While I was often conflicted about my dressing, when I gave in tomy urges I liked to be 'all in', looking as good as I could.With my trousers and shoes on, there was the slightest chance the tightswould be seen at my ankles when I sat down. I'd been wearing them insteadof socks for about six months now, and nobody had noticed. Or said. Maybethey didn't care. If only.