Ignoring my plea, she gently massaged my balls, working her fingers around the nutsack. I was still clinging on to him as I peed. I was sooo wet, his fingers slipped in easily. “Go on.”
My wife grinned, able to feel expertly with a sure hand the effect her words were having on me. And for the next month or so, Kelly had to make do with what I was able to offer, my sexual repertoire ranging from four fucks in an exceptional week to a pitiful tongue job during the height of the exams when my stress levels rose to match the temperatures outside. Too busy to take any more than a fleeting interest, I allowed Kelly to choose the holiday destination, and she plumped for Playa de las Americas. When the engine roared and the acceleration started, I started sobbing.
