She bounces on her legs, pressing down on her front thigh with all her weight,both hands on her shin. Her oval nails are white with the pressure of he...r vice-like grip.I rest the tip of the rubber nozzle in the cleft of her bottom lip and squeeze a short hard squirt, aiming under her tongue. Sherrie presses her tongue to the roof of her mouth. I watch it flex as she swallows the bubbling fizz of water. Seeing it mixed with her frothy saliva, I want to add my own little drop from my mouth into. I used to imagine what she looked like in just her undies and I'd go home and masturbate, thinking about Auntie Val all the time. I'd got into the habit of going round there on Saturday afternoons to watch football. She'd make me a coffee and the relationship seemed destined to remain that way -- until that is I had some trouble with my Mum at home and started telling her about it. The ice was broken and I found myself touching her legs and biting her ears. That was all it took. I remember. I wanted no part of him or his family name.It was late and when we stood to say our goodnights, Chip pulled me into him and we kissed for some time. Long, sensual kisses. We weren’t kids; we knew what we wanted.“Stay with me tonight.””I’d love to.”He was surprised by the apartment. Not many folk knew I’d had it built after No Name had made the final payment on the bar and it became mine. This was now my home.Before I could get the door shut, I was back in his arms. As we made our way to the. She and hubby have been actively looking for that “special cock” and are planning something very special for the commemorative occasion.Many men have stated in one form or another that they have never seen any woman work so hard to sexually please a man. Whoever she is with, she treats them as if they are the only cock in the world.Having gone through menopause, there is no chance of becoming pregnant. Not that she has ever been concerned with birth control because it was “In God’s hands”, men.