Her hand caressed my balls, lifting them from where they bounced on my thighs. I tensed with lust. With my balls in Cindi’s hand, it was going to be...a fabulous orgasm. And it wasn’t going to take much longer.Cindi’s fingers began to creep over my fist. Finally, I let her hand replaced my own. Now she was holding my prick, moving the skin up and down on the shaft. I just sat there as Cindi pumped my cock. She used a clumsy stroke, but then, she hadn’t had the practice I had.“Here it ... uh,” I. I would watch her and think about approaching. I had heard stories she would fuck anyone and her husband let her. Sometimes I would see cars pull up and men get out, only to leave after a while. I was working up the courage to ask for a turn. She looked up smiled. Was she smiling at me? Did she see me? She tied her top on and walked over my way. I lost her under the eaves of the house, and then the doorbell rang. My cock shrank and I felt my face flush as I made my way downstairs. I could see. More

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