..faster mom...harder..."Karen did the cruel thing and instead slowed down."What are you doing mom?!" he panted. "I need to cum sooo bad."She smiled a...nd stroked him slower. "I kind of like torturing you. It's fun watching you suffer like this." Please..." he begged. "I'll do the dishes for a week! I'll do your laundry! Just let me cum already!" Hmmm...that's not a bad deal. I accept."Karen's hand went in full motion and she furiously jerked him off. She quickly found that Tom wasn't joking when. Keep doing that and use your other hand to touch my balls." She keeps stroking my cock up and down with her right hand and moves her left hand under my balls."Just cup them lightly, then drag your fingernails across them." I lay my head back on her bed, as she strokes my cock and caresses my balls. "God, Lisa, that feels really good." I watch her face and she seems as mesmerized by my cock as I have been of her pussy."If you keep doing that, I'm going to cum," I tell her. "It feels great, but. ‘Nan, I think we need to break this off.’ ‘No. I don’t want to. I admit I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have ignored you like that.’ ‘Nan, wait. It’s not about the other night, although that triggered it. You’re a great woman and some day you’ll find a man who’s just right for you. I’m not that man.’ ‘It’s that other bitch, isn’t it? What did she say?’ Her voice was rising. A couple nearby looked at us. ‘Nan, it’s me. I’m a lot older than you. You need someone younger. You’ll find someone.’ ‘You. Nancycomplimented us on how nice we had looked all week in our skirtsand blouses. Mary commented how feminine our appearance was. Weleft the ship and started another day in port. Around one o'clock, we stopped for lunch at a local placethat Maureen and Beverly both recommended highly. The hostessplaced us at a corner table. After ordering our lunch, based onthe recommendations from the sisters, we sat back to talk andenjoy our island drinks. Maureen looked at us and said, "Karen,Pamela, I.