"Well, I am sure you have done this a thousand or more times, so go ahead, take your time and slowly and lovingly bring that tool to life."My hands sh...ook as I began to touch myself. This was surreal as I was trying to get hard in front of my sister and mother. It was still taking too long and the longer it took the more anxiety I felt about being in such a compromising position. After about five minutes or so Mother spoke."Peter, do you think it would help if you hand some visual stimulation? I. Slowly my pants were pulled over my hips and down until they were around my ankles. Fingers raked up my calves, thighs, and then firmly grasped where my thighs reached my crotch. The fingers gripped on each side of my penis and the thumbs met underneath my balls on that sensitive area between the edge of my sack and my anus. They slowly started to press and rub in slight circles. The sensation was almost unbearable it was so intense. All I could do was give a sharp inhalation of breath and. He then mauled them roughly with his teeth. A few times he bit so hard that she thought he was going to leave a huge gaping hole in her breast. Luckily, although he seemed to be trying for her nipple, he had terrible aim and most of the mauling occurred on the meaty part of her breasts.Soon Jerry was going crazy, howling at the top of his lungs and pumping into her with inhuman force.Although he was only five inches long, hardly the longest Stacy had accommodated, he made up for it with sheer. “Mister President, I found a couple of volunteers for you.”Jennifer looked at Ari and said, “Is that what we are? Volunteers? What have I been volunteered for?”“I used to be a Marine, Ari. I can remember being volunteered before. What’s going on?” added Greg.Ari Fleischer deferred to me. “Mister President?”“Mister Kelly, do you have a cameraman who can handle remote broadcasting by himself,” I asked.Ari nodded and Greg said, “Yes. Why?”“I am asking the both of you to buy a pig in a poke. I will.