I got so hard, so fast, I’m surprised that I didn’t collapse from lack of blood in my brain. Holding my hips, I could hear slapping as his stomach and thighs hit my ass. After I cleaned him up, we talked about when we might get together again. It was nice, knowing that Fred also had no intention of leaving his wife, or giving up on Boy-Girl sex. We had a few emails back and forth, but it was five or six weeks later before we had an opportunity to get together. Except for my now hard cock, or clit, if you will, sticking out, my panties were still on me. Yup. I asked what was the matter. It was much harder to swallow fake cock, than it was to fuck myself with them.
