?So she turned on her heel and headed back the way she?d come. Pausing at the door to undo her coat again, she shook her head, took a deep breath, pus...hed open the door and stepped into a warm and comforting fug.?At least there are some places where you can still smoke in peace,? she thought as she confidently strode up to the bar and ordered herself a whiskey and American.As she sat down on a bar stool, she glanced around the small room. There wasn?t much in the way of prospects, she decided. Continuing to stroll through the merchandise on the shelves and hanging on the walls, we marveled at the size of some of the dildos and vibrators. We asked the store clerk to help us put together a dildo and a harness for her to use on me later. It was amazing how nonchalant he was about saying things like "cock" right there in front of the two of us, as if he was a produce manager describing which was the best avocado in the bunch.Once we had our items picked out and had slowly made our way. John wisely stayed away from my cock's head; that would have made me explode immediately. I wanted to put my hands on his head, move my fingers through his thick hair. But I didn't want to move, I wanted his blow job to last as long as possible. He started to bob his head slowly over my cock. I moaned loudly. Saliva was dripping down my shaft to my balls. It tickled nicely. I started making surprisingly feminine sounds as my cock was being handled with never before experienced professionalism.. This was the third night in a row that thirty eight years old Sharon Glass peeked in at her son while he masturbated. She touched herself lightly through the thin material of her nightgown while she watched her son's hand move up and down on his cock. She couldn't believe how big the boy's cock was for someone so young. At least two inches of the boy's shaft was visible both under and over Jack's fist with a large spongy head oozing a generous amount of precum.The first night that Jack had.