To watch me run a finger up the shaft and onto the ridge of the head. I want you to watch me rub my frenulum with two fingers and squeeze drops of pre...cum out. Want to watch me taste it? Yeah? Do you like my tongue tasting my precum? Does that turn you on as much as it arouses me to think that it is your mouth? Mmm. It tastes so good. Sweet.Can you see me caressing my balls? No, because you aren’t watching. But I’m squeezing them and rolling them around in my hand. That causes me to leak even. They now pinch, nip and rub slightly harder, firmer with more pressure, the aim to cause a reaction, increase sensual awareness. A choice is made and you are rolled onto your front, the whole of your butt is the target for the moment. Massage strokes a fully applied, fists are kneading the soft flesh getting into knotted areas and smoothing them out in an intense sometimes painful but thrilling manner. Oh how you so want to feel that cock in your hand, mouth or mostly in your cunt. To thrill at. Your hands moved down towards my rapidly growing cock straining in my jeans. I leaned back and you unclasped my belt. You took control easily and opened the button fly. Your hand eased my cock out and I literally had to pinch myself. Here I was, sat in my car with a gorgeous 21 year old, my throbbing cock in your hand, as you gave me a look that I would never forget. You head slowly lowered and you gently licked the pool of pre-cum that had leaked from cock. With your tongue going to work on. Neither of them fit the usual promiscuous teen role. I was happy to forestall all the emotions involved in teen romances anyway. I remembered my teen years and was glad my daughter wasnt experiencing those heartaches and emotions yet, or the worry I felt when my period would be late. Then Joel got promoted. The increased salary was substantial but it required us to move to a city a few hundred miles away. Our children were doing very well in the college they were attending and because of that.