While he was still ravishing my boobs. Or enticing my tongue or neck. His thumb was directly pressing against my clit and he was massaging it. I was ...nearly jumping which just seemed to heighten his excitement. I took my hands to his dick and rubbed it slowly. His kissing started turning even more aggressive if it was remotely possible. His dick was straining against his shorts. It was the biggest among all the dicks I had ever seen and nearly twice the length and girth of the last dick I had. As the clock ticked down, I felt a bit apprehensive. I was about to meet another man, a complete stranger, and let him touch my cock. I hadn't really thought about playing with a guy despite some younger days of exploration. But I was definitely feeling horny about it too. The anticipation of actually holding someone else's hard cock would be so interesting...I made my way over and rang his door bell. He promptly appeared, casually dressed in a tshirt and sweat pants. I wasn't too worried then. “Well, I…” Aunt Peggy interrupted. “I should get back upstairs. I’ll get some iced tea ready for both of you.” She disappeared up the stairs.“You don’t have to play shy with me. I’ve watched you jerk off before.”“You have? I didn’t know.”“Back at college, I used to peek through a crack in your door. You were very busy back then.”“I would have been busier if you’d come in and joined me.”“I was going out with Darryl and the time. And Cindy.”“Oh. I didn’t know about Cindy.”“That was a secret. I. Towards the end there was no love left between us, but when he got sick I had to stay and care for him up until the end anyway, out of respect if nothing else. Then when he was gone, even though as you alluded, I did feel like he was holding me back, I just couldn't bring myself to look for someone else so soon after he passed. But when I saw you, you reminded me so much of my first boyfriend, the one I left behind to marry the ex. Right now I've gone back to work and I'm doing a job that I.