I laid back on the mattress, and she knelt over my legs. Her great face - pretty as a picture - descended onto my now-rigid cock. She'd done the fella...tio thing before, and did it well. She sucked, blew, adn wiggled her tongue on my shaft like she was literally going to eat it. I reached down for her tits, and there they were. I held them only for a moment, then asked her to swing them against my legs. While still sucking my cock, she swung those massive mammaries against my thighs. This was WAY. Aren’t there safer ways to get it regularly without fucking a thousand guys?’ ‘They don’t all have to be guys…’ ‘Damn it, don’t be a smartass, you know what I mean. What about masturbation? What about one steady person? Someone willing to try new things with you.’ ‘Masturbation doesn’t always cut it,’ Sara knew Rebecca could understand that. ‘And there’s things I couldn’t ask of just one person. Things I…’ She trailed off, unable to finish her thought. ‘There’s got to be something less risky,. 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 more, enough lube to not even need the coconut oil for once. My fist encloses around the hard, throbbing shaft and precum gathers at the top of the fist, but then runs down the fist onto my scrotum and ass. If you were watching, I might let you see me tease my ass, like you do when you suck my cock. I wish you could see my fist. Returning with two steaming hot cups of coffee, she snuck a glance downthe hall and watched him leave the powder room as the toilet flushed. Hetook the time to poke his head into the nursery. Satisfied there was nosign of her husband, he returned to the kitchen.When he returned, Ellen sat at the table with him. To throw him offbalance Ellen commented, "God help you if you left the toilet seat up.Also, I didn't hear the water running. I don't mean to pry but is it theFBIs normal practice not.