”She kept stroking. Hands--slick, lightly gripped--slowly gliding along the entire length and then over the top and down again for a few minutes. Th...en a couple minutes jerking--quick, short pulls and hands like vises on my shaft--without touching the head. Then back to slow...lingering as she rounded the top.The change in pace and grip was excruciatingly pleasurable. Every five minutes or so, she would jack me real quick and hard, right to the edge of an orgasm and then pause for a moment,. ’ ‘OK, then,’ she said, sounding disappointed. ‘Well, let me just say that we found a common interest while we were in the showers.’ She laughed, saying, ‘Now I understand! Like mother, like son, eh?’ Jack laughed too. ‘That’s right! Talking of Tim, shouldn’t he be home by now?’ ‘Yet another confession! I arranged for Tim to be out all afternoon, so we would not be disturbed. When you arrived first, I let you think he would soon be home, so that you wouldn’t leave, which would have spoiled all. She lived to impress me, cooking and cleaning happily in her sexy little outfits, looking her best for me at all times. She prided herself on her ‘manpleasing’ skills, especially the sexual ones, making sure that I was utterly satisfied at all times. Any inclination I had, she was ready to indulge it, even if that meant doing something a little degrading. It made her wet to think that she let me do things, on a regular basis, that most women would never do. Today as usual, she greeted me at the. When she was sufficiently kissed, Carol asked, "Mark did all that?" He certainly did." But it's impossible."Julia offered, "Do you want to see the flying panties again?" Then she added, "I know I would."Carol's answer was just to giggle.I assumed that meant "Yes," so I floated them up again. If Carol wanted to faint again, she was much better positioned this time. ("Floating" probably creates the wrong image in your mind. They didn't rise ethereally off the floor, as if gravity didn't exist. I.