I enjoy sucking him and took one hand from his balls to stroke my own cock.I maintained the suction on his cock and took the hand that was around it t...o squeeze his ass. There we were, his cock in my mouth, one of my hands squeezing his balls and the other squeezing his ass cheek. I let him slide in and out for a few minutes and then heard him suck in air as he got close to his climax.I squeezed his balls tighter and sucked even harder. He dropped over the edge and started to fuck my face in. “Mmm, it's yummy. You sure you don't want a taste?”“Pretty sure,” he said. “I don't want to taste my own cum, let alone another man's, on your lips.”“Oh, well, more for me.” I bounced on my feet, rubbing my big tits against Frank's chest, my nipples throbbing. Oh, I liked that. It made my pussy so wet and marshmallowy. “Did you see how many times he fucked us? That temp berry solution worked miracles on his dick. He stayed so hard. Oh, he fucked us all so much. The others are sleep, but I just. I should be stroking my cock and getting ready for my wife towalk in here and mount me but I can't. In fact, I can no longer achievean erection to enable Leah to mount me any longer.Three solid years of hormone treatment have taken care of that problem.I stroked what was left of my manhood which had shrunk considerably andsqueezed the limp flesh between my finger and thumb. Leah gave up evensucking on it about two years ago. She once laughed at how tiny it hadbecome but I believe she was only. I gotta get out of here. But I could already feel it starting again, this craving, hunger, insatiable. And now the next guy was coming through the door. I rose to meet him. I didn’t even notice what he looked like. I just wanted to fuck. Some part of me was saying run past him, just get out! But my other parts were talking much, much louder. He reached into his pocket, and I barked again. Fuck, you idiot, can’t you see the program is already running? I grabbed his shirt, tore the buttons off of.